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BLACKPINK IN YOUR AREA

JISOO: I'M JISOO, I'M OKAY
ROSÉ: YA, LALISA
LALISA: AH, PARK CHAEYOUNG
JENNIE: GOOD MORNING BLINKS...........

BLACKPINK IN YOUR AREA

BLACKPINK
ROSÉ
JISOO
JENNIE
LALISA

LALISA: MY NAME IS LISA, LONG LEG LISA
ROSÉ: DON'T DO VIDEO CAMERA
JENNIE: THE BABY'S OKAY
JISOO: THE BABY'S OKAY
(IMITATING JENNIE)

LALISA: IF I CAN'T MARRY JISOO,
CAN I MARRY DALCOM
(LISA READING COMMENT)
JISOO: NO, HE'S MY SON, NO NEVER.

JISOO: NOT BAD BUT NOT GOOD
JENNIE: YEAH

ROSÉ: (DRAWING)
JENNIE: TRAIN TO BUSAN
ROSÉ: 🤗
ROSÉ: (DRAWING)
LALISA: WHAT IS.......
JENNIE: WHAT IS THAT ?
JENNIE: THOR
ROSÉ: BAHJA
BLACKPINK IN YOURS AREA
Johnny Noiπ  Aug 2018
blackpink
Johnny Noiπ Aug 2018
it's confusing saying we're all pink inside;
some people are brown inside; some very
black & some very white if not an albino;
some people are indeed deliciously pink;
others, ruddy w/ rashes  & glowing scabs
Mia J May 4
Over the years music has played an important role in my life.
When I was upset, I played music to cheer myself up.
When I was happy, music sat by my side and cheered with me.
When I was depressed, music wrapped its cozy arms around me and acted as a close friend.

My shoulder to lean on.
My words when I couldn’t think of anything to say.
The reason why I was strong when everything tried its hardest to make me weak.
The one thing that I will always welcome to soothe me.

The music that graces my ears is as diverse as the colors of a rainbow.
Each one has its own significant meaning
and is a beautiful site to see and feel.
The words of my favorite songs float
from my speakers,
to my ears,
and then to my soul.
I like the songs I like
and I love the songs that I love.

There are many genres of music.
And me being the unique individual that
I am,
I can’t stick to one genre.
if my ears and soul dig a song,
Why can’t I do the same?

The 511 songs on my phone are shuffled.
When I press play, rock music could start the show.
Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Aerosmith, The Eagles, or the Police, or Jimi Hendrix.
If I fast forward to the next song, rap might take the stage.
Tupac, Ice Cube, 3 6 Mafia, Bone Thugs N Harmony, Ludacris, TI, Lil Wayne, Drake, J.Cole.
Pop songs could pop out next.
Michael Jackson, The Weeknd, Sam Smith, Ariana Grande, Lizzo, Doja Cat, Lady Gaga.
R&B would want to follow.
New Edition, Adina Howard, Brandy, Erykah Badu, Aaliyah, TLC, Fantasia, Beyonce, Keyshia Cole, Amerie, Ashanti, Usher.
BTS, Blackpink, or Jay Park might conclude or continue the show.
As they always do.

Each song I jam to is distinctive.
I feel as though no one song is the same as the next.

My phone is the time capsule that contains the treasures to my ears.
I may start in the 1970s and travel to the 2000s.
Or I may start in the 2010s and go back to the 1990s.
Whichever song decides to play first, I will always listen to it like it’s my first time.

Mia J
3-14-2021

© 2021 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2021.