The Trumpet Player's Soul

Mon, 04/11/2016 - 10:07 -- Zizi16

Trumpet player played the blues

His soul out there for the world to see

But none take him seriously

Most of them say "Oh that's not what the world wants to see. Maybe you should stay in your place and be a nigger who ain't gon make it"

The Trumpet player plays his blues.

His eyes have harrowing sarrow behind them but his trumpet playing soul hides it.
It shall be denied by the world.
It shall be denied by his heart and soul.
But shall be carried on his shoulders forever.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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