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

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