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Momma Welfare Roll

Her arms semaphore fat triangles,

Pudgy hands bunched on layered

Where bones idle under years of

And lima beans.

Her jowls shiver in

Of crimes clichéd

Repetition.

Her children,

To childhood's toys,

Best the games of darkened doorways,

Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel

Other people's property.

Too fat to whore,

Too mad to work,

Searches her dreams for

Lucky sign and walks

Into a den of bureaucrats

Her portion.'They don't give me welfare.

I take it.'

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Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. She published seven autobiographies, thr…
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