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Our Guardian

Adrienne Christian

Our guardian used
to tell lies on
us children –

say we’d said
ass when we’d
said but,

say our pussies
stunk when it
was hers.

Men and women who
decided children
were for ridiculing

came to her shows
at Thanksgiving,
at Christmas

and spoke not a word
of our red noses,
our bright lights snuffed out.

Once, I brought
home cabbage
instead of lettuce

And
after making certain
her friend could hear

my guardian
said to
me

Go on,
get outta my goddamn face
wit’ yo’ little ole
fat nipples.

I was in fourth
grade then,
just nine

and my chest had
grown two grapes,
but not quite two full bunches.

Her friend, Shavonne,
had overheard her of course
and could not stop laughing
at that.

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