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<p>&quot;miss rosie&quot; by Lucille Clifton:</p>
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<p> when I watch you<br /> wrapped up like garbarge<br /> sitting, surrounded by the smell<br /> of too old potato peels<br /> or<br /> when I watch you <br /> in your old man’s shoes<br /> with the little toe cut out<br /> sitting, waiting for your mind<br /> like next week’s grocery<br /> i say<br /> when I watch you<br /> you wet brown bag of a woman<br /> who used to be the best looking gal in georgia<br /> used to be called the Georgia Rose<br /> i stand up<br /> through your destruction<br /> i stand up</p>
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<p>(From <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Collected-Lucille-1965-2010-American-Continuum/dp/1934414905/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1347758693&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=collected+poems+lucille+clifton" target="_self"><em>The Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton 1965-2010</em></a> (BOA Editions, Ltd.) © 2012, The Estate of Lucille T. Clifton)</p>
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