Shopping Tasks

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Hi am I going to the stow to buy the same groceries that I bought last week?

I wake up to watch her wake up at the wake

She is sleep

Gone crazy

 

I am going to the stow to buy the same groceries that my mother bought

and her mother bought

Bring them to her

Bring them here

 

Momma brought them

made groceries and then went to take him a bath in a

Bawl of water

Bye the sink

Bawl the water bye the stove

Twelve minutes

 

Twelve years

The bible says you are grown

Go fix a plate

And fix your hair

 

Girl, take off that

red, when watching a minstrel show

And, when having a menstrual, show

me where it says in the bible

How am I being punished by God?

I can’t girl

I have gone to the stow

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Ha recollection 

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Y’all ain’t coming to da house
You know tha house
The one with yo relatives you never see
The ones that never see you, or acknowledge you

Y’all ain’t coming to da house
Tha out house the old heads spoke of
Hi they didn’t have basic plumbing and slept on a mud floor with just walls, No ceiling looking at the stars every night and how the rain seeped in

Y’all ain’t coming to tha house
With the bed that held all of them together siblings and all
said it wasn’t right for boys to be in the same room with girls, even brothers That’s why her children each had separate beds

Y’all ain’t coming to tha house
Her momma told her not to have a lot of babies by a man They don’t treat you the same and definitely not any better Don’t you marry a dumb man but you can be a dumb woman

It is honored
It is recommended

Y’all ain’t coming to that house You are too pretty to be so mean Stop that talk
Just be quiet and sit pretty

Y’all ain’t coming to that house
I was twenty-nine in that photo, and skinny, and my hair was long After I had left that house
I got married, I wasn’t gong to stay there and get whipped by my daddy

Y’all ain’t coming to that damn house Doesn’t look hi she used to
Doesn’t answer hi she used to Doesn’t smile less she has to

Y’all ain’t coming to that damn house Doesn’t try less she has to
Doesn’t write less he has too
Doesn’t cry like a baboon

Doesn’t whine by blue moon