Poem: Let The Singer Sang

Let The Singer Sang

By: Joi Maree Flowers

Let this child sing her song
We didn't come all this way to not hear her story be told
Put down that purse
Sit back in your chair
Give that girl some respect
And show her that you care

She may not blow like Aretha
She may not feel like Mary
She probably can't scat like Sarah
But at least there's a tune she can carry

She aint got the blues like Billie
And not close as pretty as Lena
But that girl got a song to sang
So let her sang it ok