TO ROMNEY, FROM MARY (the white licensed attorney)

What if i quit tryin'

to work miracles

every day after day 

with outfits, hair, 

meals and rent

for three, plus me.

Im broke. I have prolly

57 damn cents.

No joke.

In days, maybe hours,

my cell will say "no service"

my lights  may go black

my water, be diverted

to a house that

pays their bills.

I have no job, i

cant pay rent. I pay

with credit. future money

bein spent. studyin'

poverty from an office

beats bein another

public benefits recipient.

this shit sends sane women

to the fourth floor 

crazy pit. makes

mamas wish theyd

stayed virgins for time

infinite.

bought our tickets

with nickels and dimes

bought our meals with

formerly Food stamps, updated as

SNAP, to keep up with

the times. a name seeming

more kind.

Supplemental

Nutrition

Assistance

Program

SNAP!

Snap! Goes

The momma. Snap! Snap! Goes

The momma. Snap. Snap. 

Snap! Goes 

the lawya mama.