I Don’t Sing The Blues


She wears her pain draped in diamonds
And heals her sprains with honey
Her tears bathe away her beauty
And yet, she doesn't sing the blues

Her foot arches on the glass
And blood colors her hands
Her hair falls away like the leaves
But she doesn't sing the blues

Her labor is heavy in size
Her mind is out of line
Her life completely compromised
But she doesn’t sing the blues

She fixes the cracks in her own reflection
Pulls her self from the root
Cuts herself into pieces
And yet she doesn't sing the blues

Her tune is unheard
Her grace and strength denied
But she is woman
So she doesn't sing the blues

"I Don't Sing The Blues"
By Dominique Robinson

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