We moved to town when I was 8.
And right next door I found 2 playmates.
They were two of the prettiest little girls.
Their hair was made up in the cutest of curls.
But before that day to my amazement.
I never laid eyes on anyone of the African decent.
Monica and Melinda was their names.
So what they were Black I was not ashamed.
They was rich and I was poor.
And their house set in the fanciest decor.
Their mom wore a beautiful colored apron.
She cooked the most delicious chicken.
Being in their nice house I was so affright.
Their mom gave me a piece of chicken to my
delight.
But my fingers got sticky eating the chicken.
I being shy wiped my fingers on the curtain.
Then their mom I'm sure got a little mad.
I know I felt ashamed and kind of sad.
But she didn't get to much angered
as she gave me a towel to wipe my fingers.
I could never forget those memories.
Monica and Melinda grew up to be classy.
They was rich and I was poor
yet I loved them evermore.
author of poem: me, Lisa (Liza Jane)
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