Momma Welfare Roll by Maya Angelo

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Her arms semaphore fat triangles, 
Pudgy hands bunched on layered hips 
Where bones idle under years of fatback 
And lima beans. 
Her jowls shiver in accusation 
Of crimes clichéd by 
Repetition. Her children, strangers 
To childhood's toys, play 
Best the games of darkened doorways, 
Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel of 
Other people's property. 

Too fat to whore, 
Too mad to work, 
Searches her dreams for the 
Lucky sign and walks bare-handed 
Into a den of bureaucrats for 
Her portion. 
'They don't give me welfare. 
I take it.'