There was a time I hardly went three steps

Except another black girl was with me.

Mother. Always lonely. I am always.
Mother those girls. Forty-two.

March summer. Light blue. Vermont.
Endless crescent. Invert as a tyke lake.

Fernet Mother, I'm grown. Forest.
San Francisco. Lone cold.

Stone turd. Talk three or none.
Kidding.
Kidding.

Copyright Credit: Simone White, "There was a time I hardly went three steps" from Of Being Dispersed. Copyright © 2016 by Simone White. Reprinted by permission of Futurepoem, www.futurepoem.com.
Source: Of Being Dispersed (Futurepoem, 2016)