Find out who you are and do it on purpose.
I didn't know what I would be posting today, and then for some reason I wondered whether there were any poems about Dolly Parton. (I think Dolly is great. Her book program for kids is the bomb.)
I was very happy to find this gem from Still:
Conversations with Dolly Parton at 3 a.m.
by Makayla Gay
she says, her voice like the
opening strum on an autoharp,
Once you let anyone steal your sunshine
You are your own rainy day.
She holds my head like Madonna
and kisses my bangs.
She reminds me how she birthed entire
patch-worked mountains from her hips.
spangled in rhinestones, hairspray
and long, almond nails.
She gets called trash
but trills like you wouldn’t believe.
Our holy mother,
of looking like a trick and
letting all sorts of sinners seek
You got mountains inside you,
read the rest here
Reflections on the Teche has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Margaret!