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You people think I care,
When you call me these names.
You think I haven't heard them all before.
But I will only ask one question,
If you are not a ****, and I am not like you,
Does that mean I am a ****?
Because yes I'm not like you...
It's not exactly a poem, more of a reaction .... but it is true for everyone out there that gets called names...It says a lot more about the name-caller than the you
When eyesight dims and hearing fades,
when even memory wanders,
then the griefs and pains of age
might prompt one to fly yonder.
Our sister, Maya, was great of soul
and wears this cage no longer.
Her wondrous words still sing to us
if we but stop and ponder.
On hearing of the death of Maya Angelou this morning.
 May 2014 Danna Evans
Vivian
there are two types of girls,
or so I was told:
church girls and
bad girls, and my mother
said this with such finality it was
clear they were mutually exclusive.

of course,
you know this is
Not True;
you once characterized yourself as
"the type of 'church girl' to light a
blunt in the bathroom (just sayin)" and
that single quote says more about you than
all this fragile wording, this silica dust
heated and wrought into intricacies and
metaphor and conceit.
You
are far more than
a bad girl,
are far more than
a church girl,
will never be
my girl
and this is how it should be.
you are not
to be domesticated
a la Robin Thicke; you are
uncontrollable, your lust and
disdain for monogamy
twin hurricanes, destroying
New Orleans in a heartbeat and
rendering FEMA
impotent in the next.

there are two types of girls:
other girls, and
You.

— The End —