The Fat Black Womans Poems by Grace NicholsGrace Nichols gives us images that stare us straight in the eye, images of joy, challenge, accusation. Her fat black woman is brash; rejoices in herself; poses awkward questions to politicians, rulers, suitors, to a white world that still turns its back. Grace Nichols writes in a language that is wonderfully vivid yet economical of the pleasures and sadnesses of memory, of loving, of the power to be what I am, a woman, charting my own futures.
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Once, there was a white cat Who was really, really fat So fat She looked like a bat Who has eaten a huge rat. The cat was walking in the street Following a beat, with her feet Tic, tac, tic, tac Tictactictactictac Looking for anything to eat Milk, fish, tuna, meat But what a pity The street was empty So empty Not even a birdie To make her get nasty. The cat kept walking in the street Following a beat, with her feet Tic, tac, tic, tac Tic, tac, tic, tac Looking for somewhere to sleep Bed'n'sheets? Get real!
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