A poem for Jessica

When you are good I say, "Peachy."

If you are pretty, I'll call you a dish.

I am living in the 1940's

It's funny, a real stitch

Today I live for hip hop

My cornrows is mad crazy

I throw down on the dance floor

and my beats are amazing

Now I'm feeling the spirit

Of Abraham, Isaiah, and Rachel

I admire wigs covering shaved heads

And thick stockings and dreidels