Friday, April 3, 2020

Poetry: 8 @ 80, ETTA FOREVER

For

all the
wanna-bes and genuine
Ingenues
that have tried
to turn At Last
into some prim princess
anthem
with
all the soul of a piece
of cheap glass
Etta
was too
busy gettin' down
with her Good
Rockin' Daddy
Having a blast
She rarely
glamorized
and never sanitized
Black ove
the rhythm
was
timeless
and the
blues
was laden
with
the juice that kept a people
Alive and well
through four centures
of
living hell
in AmeriKKKa
she
could never go
Blind
to the
atrocities
anymore than she
could
give up
the Intensities
of
Sunday Love
sweeter than any service
unifying sinnerman
and
saint
each delighting
to hear
her coo
I Just Want To Make Love To You

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