when I watch you

wrapped up like garbage

sitting, surrounded by the smell 

of too old potato peels or

when I watch you

in your old man’s shoes

with the little toe cut out

sitting, waiting for your mind

like next week’s grocery

i say

when I watch you you

wet brown bag of a woman 

who used to be the best-looking gal in Georgia

used to be called the Georgia Rose

i stand up

through your destruction

I stand up.

-Lucille Clifton