I will redeem what you steal
I will conceal my private silence to
your public guilt, is all i got
Girls
First time a white man
opens his fly like a good thing
we'll just laugh, laugh real loud my
black women
Children
When they ask you
why is your mama so funny
Say
She is a poet
she don't have no sense
Written by Lucille Clifton (1936-2010)
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