Black Licorice Poem by Angelica Ortiz
Black Licorice
I know I can be the sweetest
But
There’s a black licorice lurking in my stomach.
This isn’t the right time to recharge
The tea kettle is shouting
And everyone seems to be ignoring it...
I guess I take it after my father,
Miss Little Cream Soda
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: father
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8/5/2026 2:11:52 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
nice work here Angelica I'm going to read more of your postings right now