The census man, <br />The day he came round, <br />Wanted my name <br />To put it down. <br /> <br />I said, Johnson, <br />Alberta K. <br />But he hated to write <br />The K that way. <br /> <br />He said, What <br />Does K stand for? <br />I said, K-- <br />And nothing more. <br /> <br />He said, I'm gonna put it <br />KÐAÐY. <br />I said, If you do, <br />You lie. <br /> <br />My mother christened me <br />Alberta K. <br />You leave my name <br />Just that way! <br /> <br />He said, Mrs., <br />(With a snort) <br />Just a K <br />Makes your name too short. <br /> <br />I said, I don't <br />Give a damn! <br />Leave me and my name <br />Just like I am! <br /> <br />Furthermore, rub out <br />That MRS., too-- <br />I'll have you know <br />I'm Madam to you!<br /><br />Langston Hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madam-and-the-census-man/
