My love for the blues

When I am alone in my room recuperating from being lashed out at by my partner, I listen to the blues. The lyrics, the rhythm and the clarity of the musical instruments. I then go down to a bar downtown which is noted for the blues and I listen to the blues across the street. I see many awesome bikers coming and going and I let myself go, I get all hot and bothered inside. You see, I do not have a very good home life. I am always on the stumbling block. I cannot tell you about it because you would never believe me anyways. There is just somehing about letting the sound of the blues into your heart. One of my favourite blues song is, “These arms of mine are yearning just to hold you. These arms of mine are just burning for you. These arms of mine are just wanting to hold you. Please let my arms hold you.” As the slowness and the softness of that song plays, I forget all my troubles and I am IMAGINING that I am holding a special biker so close that I can feel his heart pounding against mine. To feel his beard rub against my face. To feel the strength from his body. Then when the song is over I come back to reality and I am sad again. You see I never ever got to hold a biker and I probably never will because I am not good enough for a biker. BUT in my mind, nobody can stop me from listening to the blues with an awesome biker in my arms. —Women Bleed

This article appears in Aug 16-22, 2012.