LADY BLUES
As he brushed against her in the loud crowded room of strangers, family and friends
He whispered in her ear, “ You are more than the lady I see standing here.”
Before she could respond, he was gone
as if he was never there.
Then she felt the burn of her tears and the fear
of internalized lies disguised as the expectations of who she should to be…
It was the first time a person saw through her clearly.
The first and the last time…
No one hears her sing the blues
No one cares to see her wounds
No one really sees her in the room
Lady Blues
Unheard; tossed into the world with all the other girls feeling unwanted
And haunted by what she has been told to be
She has been diagnosed lost and confused by those too blind to see
Reduced to symptoms of dis-ease
She fits their criterion of diagnosed abnormalities
Lady is too complex
Lady is too perplexed
Lady is too stressed to simply be.
No one hears her sing the blues
No one cares to see her wounds
No one really sees her in the room
Her soul is undressed and still what others see is skewed
A distorted perception of what is means to be a lady
“They” have strong desires to lock her in a branded box and throw away the key
Analyzing her every move
Questioning her intentions
Slapping labels on her ass
As she clings to the retention
of her sins and the pain they bring
She has been called so many things
So many things
it’s hard to keep up
So she lives within…
And quietly continues to sing
the blues…
Will you listen?