NEW POEM: "Where the Grown Folks Gather" - By: Kimberly B. Brown

"Smoke rings mixed of haze & stale cigars, chipped glass crunch down on the floor as drinks spill up the bar. Oooooh Chile, where the grown folks gather...I tasted gin, sipped wine, even took a shot of tequila too. One night before I chased a ting of moonshine with some chardonnay. I was totally convinced it would help remove the pain left by my old lady. Oooooh Chile, where the grown folks gather...Then I did a quick move right to the dance floor, you should of seen my style, one slither of fabric was the evenings attire, high heels with a freakish grin, thank goodness I know all my next of kin. Oooooh chile, where the grown folks gather...I must had too much to drink because next morning a fella name Jane called claiming to be my new best friend. She had a sweetness in her tone with a high pitch end, and then memory came the last joint I was in. Oooooh Chile, where the grown folks gather..." #WheretheGrownFolksGather #original #poem #poetsofinstagram #spokenword #poetry #by #kimberlybbrown #broadway #play #screenplay #playbill #entertainment #theatre #production #stage #live #actors #agent #cast #lights #camera #action

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Smoke rings mixed of haze & stale cigars, chipped glass crunch down the floor as drinks spill up the bar. Oooooh Chile, where the grown folks gather...

I tasted gin, sipped wine, even took a shot of tequila too. One night before chased a ting of moonshine with some chardonnay. I was totally convinced that it would help remove the pain left by my old lady. Oooooh Chile, where the grown folks gather...

Then I did a quick move right to the dance floor. You should of seen my style, one slither of fabric was the evenings attire, high heels with a freakish grin, thank goodness I know all my next of kin. Oooooh chile, where the grown folks gather...

I must had too much because next morning a fella name Jane called claiming to be my new best friend. She had a sweetness in her tone with a high pitch end, and then memory came the last joint I was in. Oooooh Chile, where the grown folks gather... 

By: Kimberly B. Brown