Books no keep you
Warm and won't give us
No grandchildren. All that school
You hurry after
Won't pay no rent. You understand,
We only say this
Because we love you. You way too smart
                                  For your own good.
This is what my family says.
They lower their eyes and sigh,
Why you no can be
Glad for what you have? This man
Who makes good money, hand over fist,
Does not hit you, and comes
Home every night
To share your bed. Some inconveniences
You must learn to tolerate.
                                  But I want
To spit on the floor, stamp and yell
Am I not his whore? If not in name,
In deed. The cost
Is the same. I spread my legs for cash
With no joy. Not even
Dollars can take away this pain.