Thursday, June 05, 2008

THE CAN CAN

That sweatshirt my son had

when he was a year old

that said,


“Future President of the United States of America,”

that tee-shirt my daughter has now

that says, “Future President (of the USA)”


they were always funny

because

the chests so slogan-


emblazoned

were so

insignificant


over hearts so

insensible

of the race


beyond

themselves,

beyond me.


Blatant slant,

sartorial snark

about them being


small.


Children.


Not about them


being the children of an immigrant

the child of a single mother

about being a female child


and now it never will

because: they can.

they can can.


Can

Can

Can.


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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I've been a lurker for a while but just wanted to tell you that I loved this poem!

maya said...

Anon, you have no idea how happy that makes me :). Thanks!

Blue said...

Agreed. Loved this poem. ^__^

maya said...

Thanks, Blue! Although, I believe that this is some form of "affection transference," since you like the Barack so much :). (j/k)