Blue Jean Lady Indiana Baby- Poem by Tanya Rose

Blue jean lady Indiana baby-

-You cant just lay me-

My heart has been slayed

- never slaved

I have such a hard time trying to adapt to this world & behave

My hair its always all natural- with some red tones

My voice - when I'm making love cant help but moan

My womeness has only blossomed and grown

My eyes to ansrew your question

they are chestnut with a dark green rimmed hut

I'm 5'7 - a D- cup- and I wear a size 5-6 sometimes 7 in jeans

what does all of this mean

Not jack to me really-

- I'm not into all the gold, diamonds & frillys

I'm a blue jean baby-

- Nothing near the fakeness of an L. A. lady

I'm a tomboy who sometimes gets pretty d a m n crazy

One thing I've never been called is lazy

My mind is far from a one track mind

its more of a quantum of tracks

where I'm always trying to map-

facts weather it be in history or what I've stolen from your memor

there's just a little bitabout this blue jean baby

a far from self absoarbed vain lady

whos sometimes bored-

- only from being torn-

I love how worn out my blue jeans get

-Ill wear them til they fall off of me

-but I always make sure skin tight is how they fit

this here

, listen hear

- me

yours truly

THAT BLUE JEAN BABY