miss rosie

　　 by Lucille Clifton

　　 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