when I watch you <br />wrapped up like garbage <br />sitting, surrounded by the smell <br />of too old potato peels <br />or <br />when I watch you <br />in your old man's shoes <br />with the little toe cut out <br />sitting, waiting for your mind <br />like next week's grocery <br />I say <br />when I watch you <br />you wet brown bag of a woman <br />who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia <br />used to be called the Georgia Rose <br />I stand up <br />through your destruction <br />I stand up<br /><br />Lucille Clifton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miss-rosie/
