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Jill Scott Sings “Good Morning Heartache”

The lady sings the blues

Woman voluptuous,
tall in her negritude,
belts out worlds of sound,
swirls of cocoa and molasses.

Her voice,
loamy and laden with pain,
heavy with the strain of centuries,
floods the hall —
a Mississippi
overflowing its banks,
sweeping all away in its glory.

Woman voluptuous,
tall in her negritude,
wears a gardenia in her hair.

But as she sways,
sashays,
ebbs and flows,
she makes it clear:

There is no wilting here.
The Lady sings the blues;
not the other way around.