she took a risk when she said
she liked the music that played in her head
she heard it on the radio
it felt like it was written with her in mind
in a world where she was often treated unkind
it brought her joy she thought she'd never know
though you didn't like it, you could have asked
why the music pleased the lass
instead you told her she was wrong
the music embraced her
in a world that erased her
she wished to be part of the song
many years have gone by
many tears have been cried
she remembers the sting of the words
you haven't the talent to make it
you're too ugly to fake it
your song will never be heard
the music couldn't set her free
what she dreamed can never be
she puts her words in the world anyway
is she too stupid to realize
she's nothing in anyone's eyes
nonetheless, she has something to say
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~
notes and prompts used
Ornery Owl sez: You don't have to be good-looking or popular to deserve to have your voice heard. Speak your mind! Write your stories! Rhyme your rhymes, scheme your schemes, and dream your dreams. Everyone's truth is different. Your story doesn't have to look like my story. Your song doesn't have to sound like anyone's but your own, and you don't need to look like anyone but you.
There's too much focus on looking a certain way. There's a quote that says something like "music was better when ugly people were allowed to make it."
There aren't too many people I think are ugly. For me, ugly is behavior-based rather than a person not conforming to an arbitrary set of standards for beauty. The jist of the quote is this. Music is better when the people making it are focused on the music rather than on trying to make themselves look pretty in a certain way.
I'll always prefer the musicianship and word-craft of Joan Baez, Judy Collins, Patti Smith, or Tracy Chapman to the spectacle surrounding a teen idol du jour.
It's not that I don't like pop music. To para-quote Nicko McBrain of Iron Maiden, when it comes to music, I'm a right old slag, me. I like all kinds. What I dislike is the star-maker machine, which really does not benefit the stars being made either. These young people end up being subjected to all manner of abuse from money-hungry management to predatory producers and the like. I've written about this subject many times.
Prompt: Write a risk poem
Prompt: Imagine music
Prompt: She said
I often enjoy video game soundtracks while writing.
Here's the link in case you can't see the player.
One never seems to cut the mustard. Let's have another one.
As always, here's the link in case you can't see the player.
