Hoe-ing

We felt like  
An alley    
Cat      
Tracking    
Mud back into    
Our parents’ house    
Making    
Exploration    
A product    
Of their trustiness    
And faith in me    
Maybe too much    
And curiosity    
In turn    
Trusted women    
Just the same    
Too much    
But belief    
Was also    
A symptom    
Of those      
Particular times    
You didn’t have to    
Check behind people,    
Chase behind people    
Or second guess    
What you had    
(luckily those were    
The fairly      
Harmless years)  
Trusting   
Young adult    
Women to
Catch me      
On hard wood    
Floors,    
Meet me      
After that      
Initial encounter;    
On the street corner,    
The radio dj    
(Mystique)    
Came over      
To the house    
Once-  
I was calling in  
She turned out    
Look like    
Something    
My uncle    
Would’ve hit    
To my surprise    
And my hs    
Administrator    
Well she      
Thought I was    
A doll;    
My mother    
Relayed to me    
(She was    
Given a thank you    
Note for allowing me    
To interview    
For the      
School newspaper)    
But I had    
Something else    
On my mind    
Truly    
I wasn’t quite    
That polite    
But    
Good lord    
Give hoeing    
A chance.    
   
(we had more game in those formative years than ever as a woman it was safe and secure)