- Jacqueline Audrey
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| If you only knew of the dues I paid to get here today, I bet you would say that I was strong, I've been through hell and back again. Yet who could tell from well-told lies and subdued eyes that years of pain, family strain, crimson stain are all contained within the walls ready to fall, to expose to the world, to impose on the minds of the unkind so that someone can find some solace in my rhyme; now is the time my words take flight, see light, tell of black night and childhood fright - reflect back to the past, see scars that'll last through my years, battle wounds - they bring back the tears and fears of men and women who sinned every weekend, drinking juice with gin in front of young, pale-skinned children who didn't know any better than to sing along to the obscene songs that they'd sing with meek voices. Bad choices, angry voices, all on ninth avenue, rear apartment two - who knew? - Jacqueline Audrey |
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