Private Calls by R Shanelle
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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why am I always looking for my phone? I don't know. I lose my head if it weren't attached to my body. If it's not my phone, it's whatever is in my hands at the time for miss calls. two of them are private. I wonder who it could be because my friends know I won't answer. I'm not answering. Pushed to the back of my mind. I grabbed my word and on my way to church. I don't believe in superstition but my eyes started twitching. What is he thinking about me? Does he believe me? I stepped out on faith softly. I hear your voice, my precious prince. Trust me. Just any who and anyway, I rhyme and spent leaving stains on the microphone like a greasy monkey. See monkey organized and Tenderized to face the ministry like I was al Capone from how many money Many mics have I seen the melodies of heaven? You sound like NPR ho tools, keyboard, studio fees, synth machine, microphone, cable, cords, computer galore. Spi oh my bad private color. Calling me calling me again. Hop into my ride. What a Roadster I have. And head home music, high music, loud music and music all around. What can I say when I wake up I'm on the grind on jesus music. Food! In jesus words and music, jesus music. Not all the time. I have words that rhyme. I see words as a painter sees a canvas as a photographer sees a portrait. I come into the house and speak to everyone. Yes, I have spoken. I head to my computer. Too many words saying blocking my thoughts up the stairs. I run, wait, slow down. I just bumped the microphone. Get it together. What's that? Ring the private color again again. It doesn't make any sense. Instead of picking up, I sit and wonder who it could be. Then I make poems like this. Instead of answering and asking the private color to unveil his or her identity. Still not answering. Leave a message instead of leaving me with confusion and mystery, The phone stops ringing. Maybe or maybe not That private caller. Oh, private color again. I wish I may. I wish I might know who you are before I lose my mind. Go away too late. Call me. Please don't call me.