Brown Skin Blues : Dark Poetry

Brown Skin Blues

By: Julia L. Clark

Bushy fields

of word wilderness,

Over grows my mind.

As I am

Raging in love

So emotionally

Branded in truth tattooed.

My attitude it stinks

Like bowel movement

Throwing up nerve wrecking

Strangers campaigning my

Mystery.

Saxophone

Melodies

Just play me

Bleeding the hungry

Fashion questions .

Of I wear burden pain youth

Clinching her neck

Choking her in how could you

Make me suffer your blues

Where is the nipple of mother

Nurturer.

To protect me

From his hands,

His sickness,

My shivering,

My shaking,

The sweating chills

Of you rested in peace.

While I was being convicted

Of my will.

I leave this evidence behind,

As a child victim

Swallowing a cursed pill

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