You are my Br-Obama, Obama
I want to be absolutely clear with you, “you can have whatever you like”
I’m not talking about fancy cars, Petron or dollar bill rolls
I’m talking about fixing shit in all 50 without the Cent
Do you favor the white tuffs of a pocket handkerchief sticking out of your breast pocket? Done.
Blacktop basketball [...]
On January 9, 2009, I read at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read two pieces: “You are my Br-Obama, Obama…” and “Its eyes open during sex in front of the fireplace raging & pulsing…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!
Also tagged erika, obama, sex, ti, videoSit like a woman!
Cross your goddamned legs.
Don’t show nothing.
Sit still like a woman.
You didn’t fight for this:
The thick branches of independence,
A woman’s right to make 30% less,
Suffrage a hole to punch on a fucking ballot,
Diet commercials screaming on TV,
Almost-nothing sweeteners disappearing before your very eyes,
First woman President ALMOST makes it,
Lifetime TV movie telegraphs,
“Band Of Gold” [...]
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