Poem 107 (Syndicated)

Read me
 I'm a script, just a couple of lines
a couple of pages long
It's my story not Dorothy Dandridge, Tina Turner or Leona Horne
It's my Stormy Weather
A life that I want to hate
What's love got to do with my mistakes
I've been Waiting to Exhale
That's why I can't accelerate any faster
My breath couldn't catch up
      Asterisk
 disaster, disgrace,distant, displaced,
A heartbreak hotel
I'm checking in  
I can't wait
To
Turn the page of this playbill
The tears from les miserables came raining in

Open the curtains
The opera singer is singing
A song of sadness, samples of a simplistic situation? a syndication of a melancholy manifestation
of a soul squeezing anger eating  burden in a woman's heart
Fiddler on her  roof
Arranged marriage
Love ? Where is the proof
Where is there truth ?
A tune to be played
I give
Instructions
To
Sing me

I'm a song
The blues when I'm on the outs
Conversational when I'm talking about love
You, him or them( I mean Her im tired of trying to hide Her)
Rock when I'm on a roller coaster of drama, Vodka and sin
R&B when I'm in a sexy mood or plotting revenge
Gospel when I don't know what else to do ,
a praise is due ,Repent
Latin when I want to connect with my family's heritage
I'm not me, I'm out of my skin, I inherit it ,my new race  

Blow me
I'm a saxophone
A pair of lips is what I need
Gentle, tender, outlined with Passion
Fingers burning with desire
to produce the greatest sound
That touches the soul deep down
And travels through ear drums real loud
A satisfying note
A broken hearts anecdote

Play me
 I'm a piano
Strokes my keys
Press into the greatest piece of me
Beethovens Symphony is not my symphony
Bend the rules a bit
Just for me

I'm a photo
Faded,
On social media
           I’m just a swipe
I’m to the left,
A Snapchat,
A text
Left on read,
That rose you left without sun
Dead!



Copyright of Red_Curtain$ 10/7/2011