The Negro Mother
Poem By Langston Hughes
I am not interested in you.
Nor will I ever be interested in you.
I'm suppose to be attracted to you?
Because you have a suit on?
You ain't even the kind I like.
So you're wasting your time here...
'All I am doing is waiting for the bus!
Nothing more. Nothing less.'
I've heard those lines before.
'Nothing more. Nothing less.'
You don't have to get technical about it!
I met my 4th husband at a bus stop.
He thought he was 'all that' too!
He died from a puncture wound.
'Sorry to hear that! '
I'm over it now!
I was paroled two weeks ago!
He snatched my weave off my head.
Trying to tell me I didn't look like Beyoncé!
And I paid Two Hundred Dollars too?
He'll never do that again.
Fourty-eight times I punctured him in self defense!
Why you running?
The bus ain't got here yet!
And he calls himself a man?
Ain't no more men around.
I ain't found one yet...
To let me complete the entire story.
I'll tell you.
Since you ain't said nothing...
And your mouth is wide open.
I had to wrestle a gun from him!
He said I looked like a muskrat.
And he was going to shoot it off my head!
Killed him and the muskrat!
Oh...here comes the bus.
And don't be looking at me like I'm crazy.
These are my eyes!
And this platinum hair? ? ?