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Mean In Green

I stood on the corner this morning
Absorbing the fresh morning air
listening attentively to the morning news
That has everyone so upset and confused
The morning sun is just peeping out
with its orange and yellowish color
Stirring lazy bodies out of bed 
pointing to the day that everyone dreads
Monday morning stares blankly at the widow
With its doom and gloom just recovering from the full moon
A delightful glow is balancing her pride
And the morning surprise was enough to keep her spirit alive
It's the day that she has anticipated, to lead her astray 
And get the coward on her sides for that historical ride
Everything in the making, lazy crowd, agile crowd, loving crowd
And everything inside was enough to make her spirit shout
Monday morning with its scented perfume penetrating the moon
Filtered from well-dressed matured, and groom school girls
Just the uniform that they wear, separate them from over grown women, who are hard to bend, it was very hard to tell the difference.
The girls gallivant up and down the street
 With feisty smiles buried in their innocent faces 
While others laugh out loud responding to funny and furious joke
And then the old man tumbling down the street
With an outdated rhythm that filters around the broken fence
And the office worker dragging his feet
With a hangover that is very deep,
 It was obvious that he had little sleep
And Monday morning blue was setting in
And everything was full to the brim
Monday morning with red lipstick all over her lips
And courage in her cheeks that sinks very deep
 Something inside her made her smile as she hurry to take the moving bus on the other side of the road
As I stood there listening to the news from my mobile phone
I watched  Monday morning crowd as they filter about
Big trucks rolling up and down the street 
and people rocking to their own beat
The taxi circling, round and round
And I couldn’t tell where they are bound 
Then suddenly, a young man crossed the street and shouted
“You look mean in green” 
I looked around to see who he was addressing
But no one was wearing green,
 He was talking to two young girls dressed in blue
The girls looked around and said, “a who him a talk to?”
But he was too far away to listen to their feisty response
Green with envy I can tell
But mean in green, I just cannot tell
Every time I go on the street corner
There is always something that makes me wonder
It is the things that people are always saying
And the rhythm that is frequently playing
It is not just people coming and going
It is the deep expressions on their faces that shows
Their innate complexity, 
The morning continue to swing with
Its arms riding over my shoulder
Little children lagging behind their parents
Sucking lolly pops and dragging their feet
And straining from the heavy bag on their backs 
Then suddenly a minibus stops by and unload a number of women
The women came out in numbers and walked boldly
Around the town with spirit riding high
 and courage mounting up to the sky 
Their heart looked bold as a lion 
and their faith as strong as a military man
Monday morning kept its balance 
And no one could pull her down
Green is mean so you better come clean

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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