Dear Ma

Dear Ma

You were right. These city folk do have strange notions. Today in class, instead of beating the bath rug with a stick, we rolled it up like a cigarette ‘en used the back of our necks as a washboard—all that dirt fallin’ onto our clothes.

And Ma, I won’t be needin’ that satchel after all. Tomorrow we’re gonna learn to tote our books around on our head.

Your charm school city girl
Jeannie Rae

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