Turn up your music, please

Turn up your music, please

Be the abiding daughter

and do as your fathers expects you to

without his saying.


Dark tea swaying

yell at me in the middle of a work day

and ask me embarrassing questions

say too much and act offended

or, just pretend to be yourself.

(just pretending to be yourself.)


Rebel child tamale

don’t be afraid

I’ve never done this here before

take it personally

and offend me.


Piercingly sinister stare

with cat like eyes


I thought I knew you

when I first met you.

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