Boa Poem by Je'free Y .

Boa



She was a projector. Mirror was her screen.
Fluffy scarf of feathers around her neck,
A boom box to her left, costumes to her right,
Dancing, caressing the boa that she had on.

She had an imaginary audience, a good ovation.
Fatigued throat & legs from performance of a lifetime,
Soaring in the illusion of fame and Grammy nights,
The relief of warm acceptance we all yearn for.

Every step in the choreography was a diva moment,
So picture perfect, we all want to freeze and frame.
The room was an arena of dreams, of fabulosity
Neighbors must have been irritated by the songs,

The melodies that fueled a visionary's passion,
As she spun on her feet, and boa floated on air.
Perhaps her siblings thought that the best way
Not to lose her was to let her pursue stardom.

She matched it with different hats, various characters;
And I have, since then, associated it with glamour.
Sang, flirted, sashayed, and when she got exhausted,
I would hang her boa in the cabinet for a reality check.

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