(Black History Month Children's Poems)
I asked her
to clean up
her room.
She said,
“I’m not a slave.”
“Nuh, duh,” I said
“cause if you were
with that attitude
you’d be dead.”
“No. I would be
like Harriet Tubman
or Sojourner Truth.
And in honor of
Black History Month
I won’t clean up my room!”
“In honor of the maids
who worked long hours
for little pay, who cleaned
and cleaned, and cleaned
and cleaned …
I won’t clean up today!”
“Well, you do know your history”
I said. “Girl, you make me proud
And in honor of your mixed ancestry
you should clean the house.”
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