Sunday, February 20, 2011

a student's thoughts on lucille clifton

this poem is stupid. it don't
rhyme or nothin'.
capital letters're all gone.
i don't get what it's about
when it's all talkin'
'bout some conversation
with stuff that don't
make no sense.

what's it even about?
why does anyone read it?
i mean,
you keep sayin' there's
somethin' in there, but
i be diggin' deep in the cookie jar
and it seems all empty to me.

why do you read it?
wha' does that say about you?

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