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Boys Are Big Experts


Boys are big experts

At looking for trouble,

They climb over fences, 

They tunnel through rubble,

Boys take their time

When they are called to the table,

Boys have to eat

Like they live in a stable.

Boys love to throw things

And get into tussles,

Make nasty noises, 

And show off their muscles,

Lots of stuff leading

To bruises and bleeding, 

Why don't they stop for a while

And start READING. 

"Knoxville, Tennessee" by Nikki Giovanni

heir muscles,


I always like summer


you can eat fresh corn

from daddy's garden

and okra

and greens

and cabbage

and lots of


and buttermilk and homemade ice-cream

at the church picnic

and listen to

gospel music


at the church


and go to the mountains with

your grandmother

and go barefooted

and be warm

all the time

not only when you go to bed

and sleep