Baby of the Family
The youngest of five
I was born alive and ready
The year was seventy-three
Mom bore four before me
But I was my daddy's first
Grew up a Black Panther child
Free and running wild
My mom would smirk
That's girl's a Bird
And so I was named
Never knew the difference between
Dark skinned or light
We was all black
And that was what was right
Education would be my ghetto pass
Momma proved that
Dragging me to class
On her back
Yeah times was hard
But I never knew
How hard
Cause I didn't lack
Anything
Sugar water substituted kool-aid
Out of bread and honey, doughnuts were made
Tuna fish was like steak to me
Who said we was poor?
I had it good!
My childhood memories
Are full of fun times
Halloween and Christmas parties
Bruce Lee Movies only a dime?
Saturday morning cartoons
Playing Barbie in my room
House full of love, laughs
And Family
Poetry is a great many things
to each poet you see,
Poetry even has various meanings
as to what it is to me
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I like being brown
Caramel with red undertones
I love my thick lips and wide nose
I can create kinky masterpieces from my locks
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In my single parent 'hood.'
Black mothers rise before dawn
Kitchen lights blink on
Maybe a minute or two
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