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James G Paul Sr aka Pablo
Poems
Jan 2022
Baby Juke
Was a man named
Baby Juke
With roots in Rhymington
The village where chiren
Hollered at the moon
And wrote letters to messiah
Askin why
Dem rivers always ran dry
Thru Rhymington...
Askin why
Tears be flowin
But still dem rivers be runnin dry
Thru Rhymington...
Baby Juke played a mean flute
Blowin cool water over
hearts achin
And spirits brakin
Thirsting for salvation...
When you're born
On Juke's side o' town
When the only life you know
Is brown, black
And blue
When daddy's dead
And broken
By thirty-two
And there's nothing Mammy can do
But cry
And try to carry on
In Rhymington
And there's nothing you can do
But cry
And play your flute
And try to blow your blues
Out of Rhymington
You become
Baby Juke
You become somebody
Every black boy and girl
Wanna be
You blaze a trail
Out of poverty
Out of Rhymington
To stardom
And notoriety
Only to find
Dem rivers run dry there too
For the likes of you
And brown, black
And blue
Is all you'll ever be
Even if you are a musical genius
Even if you are legendary
Like Baby Juke....
AYO
~ P
Written by
James G Paul Sr aka Pablo
USA
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