Poem by Beatrice Greene

 

Calling Your Elders ‘Dearie’

If you call me dearie one more time
mud will hit your face, the slinging kind.

I’ll wrestle you to the ground
been on this planet too long,
who do you think you are, just who?

Oops you slipped.
Pick yourself up from the mud,
so sorry about that dearie.

Oops you slipped again.
Now give me your hand
and stop calling me dearie.

 

Beatrice Greene is an African American parents poet, composer, pianist, trumpeter, and dramatist. She enjoys convening community open mics with themes such as ‘Images Outside the Box: Defining Beauty for Ourselves’ and ‘Place’. Her poetry themes include social justice, theology, science and nature.

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and dozens of other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.

 

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