Old, White Women
Posted by The Pisces Girl in Poetry on Saturday Oct 29, 2011Here’s something I’m pulling from my poetry vault-written a few years back. I know I’ve mentioned this before but Schwabs and I really love to travel-particularly focusing on small towns in Texas. One of the reasons why we love to travel is because it’s always an adventure and we never know who and what we will encounter. Generally speaking, we have seen some very cool things and met so many beautiful kinds of people-with interesting stories and memorable personalities. It makes us smile to later reminisce and talk about crazy so-and-so who we met in small town, Texas. But every once in a while, we also encounter people who we’d rather forget. For those people, I wrote this. Hope you’ll find it a good read!
Old, white women
oh my God, you are the worst
For a confident, educated latina
you are my curse
You see me walk into your little boutique-y stores
holding hands with my light skinned husband, one of your own
My painted nails, my shiny ring, my style, my swagger-you hate it all
Beneath your breath, how you grumble and groan
You try your best to put me in my place
You’ll ignore me, or glare, or make a stinky face
But I could care less,
you old, wrinkly dinosaur
I am who I am-nothing less and nothing more
You viewpoint is archaic
I thank God you’re a dying breed
We live in a modern world,
where that kind of attitude no longer serves a need
And it never really did
but when you grew up, you weren’t required to keep your ignorance hid
Wake up, grandma!
You’re lookin’ mighty silly to me
Why don’t you let go of your preset notions
It’s easy to do-just a change of thinking
it requires no magic or potions
We’ll start with something simple
like when I smile at you
you could smile back at me
Just this one little gesture
could set us both free











