They put me in a dead boy’s clothes dead Joseph
Except he wasn’t dead at first they put
Me in his clothes dead Joseph’s after Joseph
Died and I used to call him Joe they put
Me in Joe’s clothes at first before he died
Joe wasn’t five yet when I met him I
Was seven I was seven when he died
Still but a whole year bigger then but I
Wore his clothes still and the whole year I lived with
Momma Varina and with daddy Jeff
I never lived so good as when I lived with
Them and especially it was daddy Jeff
Who kept me fed and wearing those nice clothes
Until they fit as tight as bandages
Why didn't the author capitalize the D in daddy?
ReplyDeleteI like the perspective. It's still a boy's POV and he doesn't mention anything about race or color. It was just about the clothes and Joe and being treated well.