A thoroughbred voice.
A stellar career.
A beautiful woman
singing songs sweet and clear.
Must I mention the millions
that flowed to her coffers.
Whitney could have enjoyed
what this world has to offer.
Then she married a punk,
not the least bit refined.
She drank a bit much
she did a few "lines"
A broken down voice;
missed notes and miss dates.
A fate like Monroe's-
Cut off young by the fates.
Truth always hurts and your poem has a lot of painful truth in it.10++++
Tears come out.... Thanx 4 dedicate your poem to Queen of Pop.
Word 'fate' these days does not mean what it used to... Thank you for sharing your poem... may I add few verses: 'I'm every woman' - I believe in the truth - I hope that nothing will be condoned... I am lost for words and my heart is mute when I hear again what has been done...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my second comment. Truth hurts and there is so much painful truth in this poem.Excellent!