Latta

She drives a friend to the airport Hug and say their goodbyes She stops and adjusts the rear mirror Because the sun was in her eyes She puts on some bob Marley As she drive and sing along Her mom name her latta Like The famous singer of Indian songs Takes a bowl out the microwave With grill chicken and rice And before she sat down Pour Pepsi in a glass with ice She gets out the shower Take her keys walk out the door She didn’t have any breakfast Will have early dinner at four And she’s so into history And everything that’s old Though she’s only twenty-five She’s a hundred in the soul Got classes this afternoon One more year for graduation Then she wants to travel Many places as she can The moon is coming out now Chasing away the sun She enter her apartment Her long day are done After she dries her long hair She puts on the TV Gets under her warm sheets Will watch till she gets sleepy She watches a western movie With a very fast gun slinger and her mom name her latta Like the famous Indian singer