A dark room, swaying bodies, cool cats –
the melancholy notes of a jazz band.
Saxaphone. Melting away the stresses of life.
My mind sways to the swanky beat,
Taking my thoughts to a relaxing place
Fresh, alive, youthful!
I can conquer anything.
Nothing can stop me, no one will tell me “no”
I feel like shouting, Capturing everyone’s attention
I am capable. Freedom pulses through my veins.
A sweet fragrance wafts around me – flowers are brilliant,
the sun is sizzling.
The threat of danger overwhelms me.
Defeat, frustration – my mood is black.
It contaminates everything around me.
The cold rain slips into every corner of my being.
Hope unravels. Everywhere I turn – dismal,
the dreary cold is there.
Will there ever be warmth again?
Emotions CLASH within me.
I just want simplicity.
I just want peace.
I am lost in a vicious spiral of conflict.
A song whispers across the air
filled with sorrow,
proclaiming to an uncaring, unknowing world
the loss of a mother, sister, daughter.
Life continues to swirl.
The song begs that she not be forgotten
her death a plea for life to change,
a chance for generations left behind.
The mournful tone reaches out
to the walls of a concrete soul.
Is anyone listening?
Will change ever come?
In the distance
the courageous dare
An effort in poetry written in response to listening to music from Harlem.