Tuesday, March 1, 2011

WINTER BLUES

Will spring hurry up and come?

Cotton Candy On A Rainy Day


Don't look now

I'm fading away

Into the gray of my mornings

Or the blues of every night



Is it that my nails

keep breaking

Or maybe the corn

on my secind little piggy

Things keep popping out

on my face or of my life


It seems no matter how

I try I become more difficult

to hold

I am not an easy woman

to want



They have asked

the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . .

politicians and social workers

What this decade will be

known for


There is no doubt . . . it is

loneliness

Written by Nikki Giovanni


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