by Micky Shorr
People say stupid shit, like “I don’t see color”, and “I’m not racist, but…”
Someone told me that letting your hair turn gray is a way of giving up.
I come from kittens becoming old women.
They say to get everything you want, learn to visualize.
I’m waiting for questions why the wisdom of elders is dismissed.
This poem is not a corporate slogan.
I come from grandma, yeah, let’s do a project.
Sweet little old ladies wrote evil stories. How great when a stereotype is busted.
I’m waiting for November.
This poem demands you go and learn some history.
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Micky Shorr is a retired social worker. She relocated back to Brooklyn, NY after several decades in the Hudson Valley, NY. She still misses her garden, but loves getting to see firsthand her grandson becoming himself. Her poetry had been published in a number of literary journals, including “Poetrybay”, “Trailer Park Quarterly”, and soon in “Wordpeace”, as well as in the award-winning anthology “A Slant of Life”, and in “Walt Whitman 205” anthology.
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