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That Girl at the Party
You’re that girl at the party
The one who I see coming
Who’s going to want to talk about
Slavery or banjo or climate change
I’ve been waiting hoping you’d be here
It’s been a nice time drinking my wine
Talking about what’s on Netflix
Like most people here want to do
But not you
You’ve been studying the movement
Of Minstrelsy across the seas
In the Eighteen fifties
As you proceed to describe how
A mother’s daughter might or mightn’t
Be sold with her at the option of the buyer
I drink in your dyed-scarlet hair and your tie dyed dress
Your fingers move across the strings
Like a spider’s legs I am not doing something new
You say but you are original unique in my experience
I can’t explain what you mean in the world
To say you’re an angel or goddess
Doesn’t do you justice
Angels aren’t as sad or angry as you
And so don’t retain the real essence of beauty
You’re the messenger of truth
Beauty however black however dark
My emerald rose
I imbibe your radiant soul
February 16, 2020
Copyright ©
Andrew Jung
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