She sang with the sweetest taboos
Her Mulatto Blues
In her lyrics you could hear a struggle
Screams even, but you couldn't understand
If you didn't live there
She wasn't quite all black
Well mostly black
with a little white
But if you got to know her
You'd find that she's quite alright
She had caramel skin that glowed in the dark of night
See I took the time to get to know her
And her life was nothing like you'd think
She wasn't just a pretty young thing and smile
If you get pass the aesthetics you'd find
A dark lit alley
Littered with spit and piss
But you could hear the jazz of her soul
Linger on the night air like faint trumpets,
a little drums splashed with some flare
I mean you could move your toes
if you even dared to listen to her life
you could hear
Backs pressed against brick stones
Heat exchanged like bass tones
Ridin' to the ticks of metronomes
Licks and kisses shared in stolen moonlight
You could feel... her night moods
Hanging on crescent moons
While moans take flight deep into the night
And
By day you could hear her cry with pain
From the stains of blood
That soak her window panes
and her children who starve and thirst
Cry out to be returned to the earth
Because her breast no longer feed
You see for beads
She would show you her tits
and the more she showed the more she'd get
On a good day she dress it with a kiss
Laced in her Mulatto Blues
Hmph! Let me tell you
One kiss will make you flip your wig
Empty your pockets
and lose your shoes
Watch it before beggin' for another swig
You'll end up hittin' snooze
as you cruise inside that thing that she do
Like voodoo
But if you listen closely
to her Mulatto blues
You'd hear her gaspin'
Gasping for air as if she is drowning
Drowning in tears
Because although she's fine like silk
Her breast don't produce
To feed her children
As they scream for help
Lost in the blues
No one...hears her screams
as she struggles to breath
No one wants...to listens to her screams
they just want to toss more beads
They just want to toss more beads
To mute her screams
Because no one cares...to hear her SCREAMS
they just want to get lost in the melodies
As they toss more beads
And no matter if you know her name
She could always ease your pain
Just turn down the screams of this pretty young thing
As she hums her blues
If only I could sing her blues
Walk a mile in her shoes
Light the darkness of her alleys
I could understand the lyrics
Of her "Mulatto Blues"
and if you listen, you could hear them too!
©2007 Tshombe the Poet, Kai|Poetry
