Momma Welfare Roll

Momma Welfare Roll

por Maya Angelou

Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy hands bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
And lima beans.
Her jowls shiver in accusation
Of crimes clichéd by
Repetition. Her children, strangers
To childhood's toys, play
Best the games of darkened doorways,
Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel of
Other people's property.

Too fat to whore,
Too mad to work,
Searches her dreams for the
Lucky sign and walks bare-handed
Into a den of bereaucrats for
Her portion.
'They don't give me welfare.
I take it.'

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She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness

The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young

Tears
The crystal lrags
Viscous tatters

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness

A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings

Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn’t frighten me at all

Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy hands bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback

The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,

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