Some say..
us is a blues..
the down side to upbeats..
signature sounds of sadness..
the discarded parts of God's creation..
souls cast down and away..
They say..
us is a sorrow-filled, pitiful spiritual..
with no (real) savior to sing of..
a hoarsely sung, worn out work song..
lodged in a closed throat..
us is an unresolved note
{..so they say..}
..deserted in atmospheres.
Liner notes to melancholy litanies
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but I say..
to win, us is all we'll ever need to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its like the song of sorrow, blues only in the soul....and the rhythm is still play catching up.Beautiful poem Jamilla.