Grandma Said (old poem)


 

Your Grand-daddy told you--

not to work on Sunday --

that it’s a sin.


My Grandma said to

find pleasure in all that I do

and nothing will be work.


Your Grand-daddy told you --

that God’s curse on Cain --

is the Black man’s bane.


My Grandma said to

judge each man for who he is

and not for what I see.


Your Grand-daddy told you--

that life is hard

and happiness is impossible to find.


My Grandma said to

chase my dreams because

it’s the chase, not the catch, that makes us happy.


Your Grand-daddy told you --

women take care of men --

answer their every need, it’s their job.


My Grandma said to

find a man who’ll respect me

for exactly who I am.


Your Grand-daddy told you --

to be a good boy -- obey the rules --

always do what you’re told.


My Grandma  said to

do what’s right -- if the rules don’t work

then fight to change them.


Your Grand-daddy told you --

his word was law --

and now he’s gone, so who do you listen to?


My Grandma said --

she’d be gone one day

but if I looked inside I’d always find my way.


My Grandma said there’d be men like you

who’d want me to be something I’m not.

Grandma said to stand my ground. . .


What did your Grand-daddy tell you to do?

 

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