Mommy said...the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice...
Papa said...mind life's thirsty bigots
They'll put you out of use...
Mommy said...you're a great grape
Don't become no raisin in the sun...
Papa said...be aware of life's vineyards
Many veil where evil is done...
Now here I am,
Big beautiful purple-black
Ripened plum...
Survivor of some of life's trials
That shame those of the witches' Salem...
Must be aware of the devious political lot
Waiting for the coming of blinding high noon...
To pluck me from life's vine to lay and rot
And become their sought after wrinkle prune...