Some People Call Her, "Moo."
by
Gabrielle Johnson1
Some people call her, "Moo."
I hope she doesn't turn out to be a cow.
It's no wonder she was born on a Monday. She was sweated and
conceived on a Sunday.
Being born without a plan, you can find yourself at a Greyhound Bus
Station going nowhere.
2
I wanted your name to have meaning. You know, something that expressed your African,
Jamaican, Portuguese, Chinese, White, Black, and Red self.
They said, "Don't give her a name that will spell Black."
We wouldn't want her to get trapped in the night.
Why every Junebug, Moochie, Munchie, Gumpy, Spider, Yaps, Clownie,
Sugie, Beesub, Crud, Lateefa I know grew up in England.
But, you moved to the ghetto and that was that.
Copyright © 1996 by hanging Loose Press
ISSN Number: 0440-2316

Gabrielle with author, Zane