maya angelou’s the thirteens (black) & the thirteens (white)

Posted on February 21, 2010

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The Thirteens (Black)

Your Momma took to shouting,

Your Papa’s gone to war,

Your sister’s on the streets,

Your brother’s in the bar,

The thirteens. Right On.

.:.

Your cousin’s taking smack,

Your uncle’s in the joint,

Your buddy’s in the gutter,

Shooting for the point,

The thirteens. Right On.

.:.

And you, you make me sorry,

You out here by yourself,

I’d call you something dirty,

But there just ain’t nothing left,

‘cept

The thirteens. Right On.

.:.

The Thirteens (White)

Your Momma kissed the chauffeur,

You Poppa balled the cook,

Your sister did the dirty,

in the middle of the book,

The thirteens. Right On.

.:.

Your daughter wears a jock strap,

Your son he wears a bra,

Your brother jonesed your cousin

in the back seat of the car.

The thirteens. Right On.

.:.

Your money thinks you’re something,

But if I’d learned to curse,

I’d tell you what your name is,

But there just ain’t nothing worse

than

The thirteens. Right On.

.:.

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