Excerpt from

The Tired Poem:
Last Letter
From A Typical
Black Professional

So it's a gorgeous afternoon in the park
It's so nice you forget our Attitude
The one your mama taught you
The one that says Don't-Mess-With-Me
You forget until you hear all this
Whistling and lip smacking...

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