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Renee Lee Poem
Southern Tradition
Daddy didn't look at them as they
passed by
August illuminating unkempt hair
and
worn-out hand-me-downs
a woman and her four children
walking in the road
to avoid the sidewalk on our side.
I see her every day
but she doesn't have time
to see me, ebony eyes
too busy watching babies
crying over the hot asphalt
Daddy spits and shakes his head.
' Too sorry to buy a car!'
Years later a muddy red boot print
graces our front door
A gift from a long grown child
(confident as a ghost who's never
been seen)
in exchange for the tv in the trunk
of a car his Mama never had
Daddy spits and shakes his head.
' Well look at where they come from!'
Copyright © Renee Lee | Year Posted 2013
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Renee Lee Poem
Yeah, she was kinda dark
Steven said when I told him about it
You could tell,he said, she had it in her
But he wasn't there for knee socks and
Golly gee can't believe you said THAT WORD
out loud
The memory leaving me wondering if
maybe
he meant me.
Though he and I both know
I don't have the stones.
Lazy suicide he accuses
I laugh but silently agree
Maybe,or
Instead of breaking or bending
I pick door number three
refusing to accept
what I cannot change,
singing to any beast who will listen
while plucking my strings
in the light at the edge of the world
But where is she?
Copyright © Renee Lee | Year Posted 2013
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