An
old lady
lived
in a big house
with
a Negro girl.
Most
time in bed
cause
she was ill.
The
way we greeting,
the
way we call
the
way we act
all
made her mad .
To
show respect
We
ignore that .
cause
this was what father said.
What
she said isn’t
pleased
to the ear.
We
read books
as
punishment
for
destroying her plant .
In
her house
we
saw her pain,
Horrible
illness
made
her worse .
Got
her permission
stopped
our work .
Weeks
later
heard
news .
Sorry
to knew
she
has gone .
Passed
in peace: Mrs. Dubose.
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