Using blues music as inspiration, craft a poetic reflection of "Janie's Blues"
Briskly I have been entangled into life. By the bee I fly to love unreturned and dreams consumed by the moon. With hopes I allowed him to hold my soul within his grim hands. I was now his concealed prize, never to breathe the air of the others who spoke in it. My hair pulled up high, while my head hangs below. Conversations held within my head clamp my mouth shut. The animal, better than I, roams with the freedom I desire. I am apart of his fist that slams down and demands creation of a world only for he. I no longer hold my voice, I no longer hold myself. So here I grudingly dance, the puppet in his hands.
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