My daughter begged for cotton
candy so I listed the various ills
and getting it stuck in your hair
but she would have none of it
because all of my friends…

You must be out of your cotton-
picking mind 
I said as I passed
a black woman holding a child
by the hand who held the treat
above its much smaller head

And I looked back wondering
if I had offended her; I heard
now don’t pay any mind to
such foolishness;
but it may
very well have been me.

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