miss rosie

by Lucille Clifton
     when I watch you
     wrapped up like garbage
     sitting， surrounded by the smell
     of too old potato peels
     or when I watch you
     in your old man's shoes
     with the little toe cut out
     sitting， waiting for your mind
     like next week's grocery
     I say when I watch you
     you wet brown bag of a woman
     who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
     used to be called the Georgia Rose
     I stand up through your destruction
     I stand up