"Conversation," A Poetry Post

Hey ma.
You know me?

Yeah.

What's my name?

Martha.

Yes, ma'am.
I reckon I'll be Martha.

Come here chile.

Yes ma'am.

What you doin?

Nuthin.

Where you goin?

I'm not going no where.
I just got home, see?

Mmm.

You had a good day today?

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You had a good day?

What?

You had a good day?

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DID YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY TODAY?

Well...
Yeah I guess. 

Okay.

Okay.
Let's go then.

Where we goin ma?

Chile... I got to go home!

We home! We at YO house!

Unh-Unh... Chile.
It's time for me to go home.
Come on, take me cross there.

No ma'am. You must stay here.

No, no, no.
I goin cross there.

No, no, no.
You is home.

"Mama, sit down baby it's
dark outside. You can't
go outside cross the field
in the dark."

See that ma? You got to stay here.

Chile... don't tell me. 
I know where my home is.

I know where my home is.

-T. D. James-Moss