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He from
Uptown
I knew it when
He began to speak
with Authority
So I
let him speak
his Mind
as I tried to
wrap mine
around his
Lecture
of the
Evolution of Poetry
He spoke on it
Like a
Professor
and I must Confess
Sir
that you have the wheels
Turning in my head
Illuminating
my mind with
Thoughts of
Coffee joints
and Connecting
As you
babble on about
Perfecting
an already perfect
Conversation
He smiles
and I smell the air
to see if my brain is frying
He smiles
and there is no denying
That he can't wait to hear
what this
Southern girl
has to say
So I delay
making his mouth
Salivate
I lick my lips and say
What have you written today?
