even bloggirls get the blues

Okay as part of my assignment for lit 262, I had to write a few verses of a blues-type poem. Here is my humble attempt.

It is what it is

My man done left me
Left me high and dry
My man done left me
It is what it is

My man done left me
Left me with his child
My man done left me
It is what it is

Ain’t no food on the table
While my baby cries
Ain’t no food on the table
It is what it is

My man done left me
Left me high and dry
My man done left me
It is what it is

No money in my pocket
Tears I will not cry
No money in my pocket
It is what it is

My mama warned me
He’s no good child
My mama warned me
It is what it is

My man done left me
Left me high and dry
My man done left me
It is what it is