Monday, April 07, 2008

Poem 7:Blue Holiday


Blue Holiday



Don't matter how bright the day
or how new the moon
Trouble is always in sight
and my mood is always Blue

Even if I pray
before I start the day
and give The Father his due
Weary is just down the street
and my my mood is bound to be Blue

Lord, take me now
cause I'm just about through
ain't no use in carryin' on
cause my mood is always Blue

By: Stephen Bess


Dedicated to the memory of Ms. Billie Holiday born on this day in 1915. Billie Holiday, like so many of our young girls, was the victim of sexual assault at an early age. However, women of all ages are being assaulted even as I type these words. Big thanks to Xavier for promoting awareness.

Art Source: boundlessgallery.com

7 comments:

Xavier Pierre Jr. said...

Stephen, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Peace and Love,

Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)

Lovebabz said...

Oh My My My!
This is absolutely lovely!
I may have to print and frame!

Thank you ever so much for crafting this in support of ending sexual violence. I stand with Xavier in sharing his sentiments to you!

Rethabile said...

Thanks to both of you really, you and Xavier. This is lovely. I've been listening to Billie lately (You've changed). Keep cookin'...

gishungwa said...

Thank you for bringing to light an issue that has been hidden. Didn't know about Billie's assault. Sadly, its not only women now but men and boys too are being assaulted.

get zapped said...

This is expresses Blue so simply and honesty. Love what you've got going here. Thanks for your visit. Still working at landing a new job!

Peace to ya~

Stephen Bess said...

Xavier-
Thank you, brother.

Lovebabz-
See, that's why you're cool. Thanks.

Rethabile-
I love me some Billie. Thanks.

Gishungwa-
Long time. Yes, abuse of young boys is rampant. Thanks for pointing that out and good to see you.

Zapped-
Good to see you! Best of wishes for the new job. Peace~

Rich said...

my brother, that was very nice

Ready for a New Season

It's after 10:00 p.m. on a Wednesday night and I'm thinking about seasons. I'm thinking about the natural progressions of natur...