Red was my Mama <br />They called me Little Red <br />Sometimes I think I see her <br />But it's just my reflection instead <br />I'm the spitting image of her <br />From my neck to my fiery head <br />She's gone now and I'm the Queen Mother <br />That bakes the Manna bread <br /> <br />You can call me Sister Paradox <br />Or Hermeneutica, it's all cool <br />Even call me Sister of Mercy <br />Just don't call me a fool <br /> <br />I'm misunderstood, misused, and mistaken <br />Misinformed and sometimes misled <br />Misinterpreted and often misquoted <br />But mostly I'm just misread<br /><br />Myra Jefferson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miss-red/
