Local Girl
I’m the girl who sits in the bar,
drunk on the music
never touching the alcohol;
The quiet one in the shadows
who knows all the words,
In and out like a banshee
but back for every show;
The one whose drug is the rhymes,
I’m not there to get lit;
Addicted to the rhythm,
reckless on repeat;
You may say it’s the bar
where the trouble happens;
I’ll take a dive bar with a band
over a restaurant and bad decisions;
Like everything else
it’s a matter of perception;
Call me a black rose,
the local girl in the back;
Don’t tell me the problem is the venue
filled with nothin’ but soul;
The problem is people
just begging for bouncers.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2020
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