"A Southern Man's Wife," A Poetry Post

I'm a Southern man's wife.

I throw my chicken grease
on the edge of my property.

I'm wearing my husband's t-shirt,
cause it don't matter WHAT
you think of my clothes.

In two minutes I'mma
bring out the rice pot from
last night and
dump the water in this
hole.

This is my land.
Seems to me I can
dump whatever I want
on it.

And if you watching me
out yo' window,
what 'chu doin' watchin me while I'm
dumping my food trash?

Don't you know I'mma
Southern man's wife?

He is not concerned with your
judgements regarding
what goes on in
HIS YARD.

He say if he come out here in his
boxers,
and you standing on yo' porch
watching us,
then you deserve an eyeful of
whatever you see, honey.

That's why I'm out here,
dumping my food trash,
so I can get back to the kitchen and
fry my man some more chicken.

I knew when I got married what I
was getting into.

I'm sure you had NO IDEA
when you moved here,
who or what you'd see
creeping down the stairs
with a frying pan at
4 p.m. in the daylight.

But you live 'deya,
and I live here.

So it really
ain't
no issue
to be
discussed.

-T. D. James-Moss