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The Blue In Momma's Eyes
Blue memoirs fall from her sky eyes As blue memoire fall from her eyes right down where I slept, I picked it up. My memories, they tingle me, like flashes of a cinema screenplay, I see; A field, goalkeeper in orange, a striker dress in red jerseys, and a blue soccer ball shot up into thin air by the striker after raising and bouncing It incessantly on the green field, tosses it. though it didn't seem broken outward, yet wailing inside in silence as it falls at least for goalkeeper to pick it up am that goalkeeper, I did caught all droplet with my eyes--you go on ahead and guess who the striker be, no not Maradona or Pele Cos my momma is the blue ball. I see a red rose, I see my momma having many thorns on her petals, Some few bruised weakling spots, Yet she blossoms singing "silent nights". I picture her embattled face, a brownie nightingale, with a bleeding beak Singing lullaby in broken tones, and though non can write down her lyrics yet tending to her nestling---with iced dank brown camera eyes, painted in the horrors of an African nativity, in the claws a taboo. if a woman crosses another man the gods are left to strike off her doom. But the man, a moonlit journey walker on other blank sheets, striding other lawns as he chooses, but the gods ain't strike no mane So his taboo is but an illegal legal practice on nativity. Below a Link 2 watch it on my YouTube channel https://youtu.be/EVnF_Zusyf4
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