M.A. Wood

Rookie (10/16/1990 / Nora Springs)

Fine White Lass... - Poem by M.A. Wood

In the north,
I knew a fine white lass,
But down south, they were cold as ice to me.

To whistle at a white gal,
Though beyond stupidity,
Was to be my epiphany.

I whistled at a fine white women,
She simply glared at me,
And now here I am, next to Death,
Riding into Eternity.

Note: This was an assignment to write as aa african-american in the south. I hope I did a good job.


Comments about Fine White Lass... by M.A. Wood

  • (11/13/2008 11:24:00 AM)


    i think i remember doing these last year in english, is that when you wrote it? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008



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