Train of Thought

In her mother’s shoes The start of a daughter’s breakthrough is when she steps in her mother’s shoes With a click and a clack in high heels or in flats mimicking her mother’s moves And she paces the ground so surely as her imagination is toiling The fantasies and vivid dreams of a future woman to be ......................................................................................... Upturned Lips I smiled today for the first time in awhile No longer smothered in fears or covered by the tears of the darkest of clouds Yes, I am smiling now For the sun is lending me her light with hopes that every time she smiles that I just might too Solitude is the one thing that I used to know But now I’ve grown familiar with the peacefulness of my very own serenity ............................................................................................ Bag Lady He wonders why her clothes stays packed Belongings thrown all up in a sac Just call her Bag Lady They may fuss today then tomorrow they’re cool But how much longer will this foolish game last when she’s known to break his heart and he’s known to make her cry? Be only a matter of time before they say goodbye And that’s exactly why she stays packed with her jeans, belts, shirts and hats thrown all up in a sac Where you goin’, Bag Lady? ............................................................................................. Bodyguard ... (Man of Armor) He stands tall with a stance that’s strong Pride’s lost Composure’s weakening Burdens heightened Defense forsaken and mistakes remembered so often His voice whimpered in silence along the walls of an echoed past But its tracings had vanished, disappearing into the quiet whispers of a neglected protection ............................................................................. Melancholy Blues Clean the slate of the imprisoned cellmate locked ‘tween the bars of that iron caged gate And break away all the chains from that Negro enslaved on that rough, intolerable plantation landscape For the heart wears an indestructible cape to protect shield and honor the souls fate But it’s a pure shame when aint no soles on their feet to lead ‘em ‘cross that dusty street to freedom And aint no sun gon’ shine on ‘em eitha cause that ole peak of twilight just might arrive daily without reason in a 365 day season But their relief is in breathing And their belief is in knowing that they’ll prevail and break through as long as they sing the tune of them ole melancholy blues