Maya, your eyes
are small, but they see enormous things.
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.
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
"I'm waiting to write a poem that my husband will understand."
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