VxPoem ID: 37684
Posted: February 5th. 2010 5:01:33 PM
Songs from Julia
Age Group: Adult
Songs from Julia consume the room
her voice carrying over rows of seating, over heads of friends, and foes
her body is soft, plaint, she stands straight, her hands clasped before her, her voice straining
Her gown flutters as she shifts her feet from side to side, forward and back
her voices raises and lifts above the crowd, above the sky, to the beyond
No one makes a sound, no baby cries, no man coughs, no women whisper
her voice calms, her body stills, her eyes dilate and she begins to cry
The people erupt in applause, men, women, and children clapping ecstatically
The young actress takes a bow and exits the stage, proud
The girls head is high, her back straight and a demure smile on her curved lips
The girl receives flowers and card, poems, and jewelry as she treks back to her dressing room
The girl opens the door takes one step in and softly closes it, a triumphant yes on her lips
In a crowed stadium, on a chilly night, in the District of Columbia
Her voice rings out over fans as she recite the pledge of allegiance
Her hand over her heart, her eyes misting she clutches the microphone and pours her voice in it
Her fans cry, the players sob, all from hearing her voice
Her song ends, and the people rise up and cheer for the young woman who loves her country so
The game starts, she watches the foot ball fly through the sky a triumphant Yes on her lips
She retires home, with a bouquet of flowers in her left arm, and a foot ball in the right
She takes off her coat, undressing, becoming more comfortable in her domain
She brushes her hair, until it shins like spun gold, she sets her alarm and goes into the dreaming
Dreaming of planes, cars, money, tickets to Paris, and a strong man, with her stronger children
She sings and sings to acquire these things, her voice is strong and whole
She sings for her fans, her family, for all her material things, her voice gives out, a sudden stop
She can not sing, she can not talk, her hair is gone, her body lifeless and frail
She cries on the side walk, a cup in hand, as people give her a penny here and there
She is homeless, lost, forsaken by her fans, her voice is gone, and now she has nothing
She tries to cry out to sing once again, but her reasons are not pure and so no sound is made
She wakes up with a start, clutching at her throat, screaming, there is sound, she can sing
She can still wish for the car, the plane the family, she can still sing
She dresses in preparation for the day, singing out again and again, yes she has a voice
She is singing again, her voice carrying above the heads in the crowd, to the sky
She sings for America for the children, mothers and fathers
She sings of poverty, starvation and equal rights, of gay rights, and single mothers
She sings not of cars, planes, and her own selfish ambitions
She is singing for the voiceless, less fortunate , needy, destitute people
Her song ends and there is not a sound made, no woman, no child no man dare make a sound
She stands there, her heart in her throat, hoping, wishing to help change the world
A single clap, and than another and then another, until the room bursts with applause
But this is a silent applause, an applause of understanding, of changing, of wanting to help.
She exits the stage, the clapping still proceeding, they have understood, a single tear escaping
Across the nation, across the world, people speak of Julia's song
The young girl who changed the world, who set in motion a better tomorrow
yes, everyone, knows of what Julia did and the impact of her song
And that is why Julia can triumphantly say, Yes
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