It's Friday, and I have nothing else to say. So, I'm posting a poem we read in class this week. I really like it, and my kids really got it. . .the imagery that borders disgust followed by such a strong declaration of respect. They understood.
Miss Rosie
by Lucille Clifton

When I watch you
wrapped up like garbage
sitting, surrounded by the smell
of too old potato peels
when I watch you
in your old man's shoes
with the little toe cut out
sitting, waiting for your mind
like next week's grocery
I say
when I watch you
you wet brown bag of a woman
who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
used to be called the Georgia Rose
I stand up
through your destruction
I stand up

Happy Weekending!

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