This poem is from the point of view of Cecile from the book the colour purple. The grammar and spelling are intentionally like that. Thanks and enjoy.
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I ast her a question,
she said darlin i just dont know,
the lord loves all his creations,
but all his creations aint the same though.
People they always starin,
they always starin when us walk
I am a normal person,
but to them us just animals that talk.
How comes lord,
you taken my momma away,
she made stuff simpler
and made sure the starin wunt last the day.
I see the colour purple,
It is in everything y'all see
instead of noticin my colour,
noticin what the lord makes is key.
