Momma Welfare Roll

Rating: 3.7
Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy hands bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
And lima beans.
Her jowls shiver in accusation
Of crimes clichéd by
Repetition. Her children, strangers
To childhood's toys, play
Best the games of darkened doorways,
Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel of
Other people's property.

Too fat to whore,
Too mad to work,
Searches her dreams for the
Lucky sign and walks bare-handed
Into a den of bureaucrats for
Her portion.
'They don't give me welfare.
I take it.'
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COMMENTS
Suresh Kumar Ek 05 September 2020
no need of charity, it is right
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Susan Williams 26 August 2018
me and amuses me. She doesn't sound like she takes life's difficulties lying down and not fighting back with
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Susan Williams 26 August 2018
Now what was I going to say- -oh yeah this woman's sassy remark both tickles me and concerns
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Susan Williams 26 August 2018
This is third comment I have written on this poem. PH knocked it off twice and then my computer froze up.Now PH is playing flip to the next poem. I would like to comment on the roll of welfare and this woman's
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Rose Marie Juan-austin 26 August 2018
A wonderful poem on life with a great theme. Superb imagery.
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Savita Tyagi 26 August 2018
A poem that speaks volume in its sketch of life of a black woman. Beaten by fate but always dreaming to be victorious.
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Glen Kappy 26 August 2018
I can’t recall reading anything like this before by Maya Angelou. She summons well this woman with a few descriptive strokes. And my main thought after reading this is that it speaks clearly against those who want to group a people into all one type. -GK
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Edward Kofi Louis 26 August 2018
Too mad to work! ! Thanks for sharing.
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Paul Brookes 26 August 2018
Maybe we don't like the person portryedbut we realise that just maybe its not her fault bu that of a society that keeps her down trodden because she is black and poor and mad Society often makes judgements but not always the right ones. When you have a job food in your belly and live in a white middle class neighbourhood it is so easy Remember most people are just one pay cheque away from the street. A great piece in my opinion 10/10
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Kumarmani Mahakul 26 August 2018
Beautiful poem with nice theme.
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