A Descriptive Dinner 


At mama’s table, we were served mostly adjectives.

We were a  family of five girls. I was the youngest.

Of course, my sisters got first pick.

They were gorgeous, intelligent, clever and interesting. But we lived in a graphic neighborhood. There were only so many words to go around.

By the time I got the plate, I usually ended up being stupid or ugly.

My sisters grabbed up phrases about how they could eat whatever they wanted and never gain a pound,.

I was left with the gravy-fat sauce and raw nouns, so hard they broke my teeth.

I saved any words I could, nasty words, like slave, and cower, and cringe.

When I was grown, I ran away to a county of illiterates and lorded my language over them.

In the county of the unschooled, even ugly words rule.

About E.E. King

Writing/Painting/Pilates/Scuba/Travel and animals...anything that won't pay the bills. I'm an unintentional nonprofit I've worked with children in Bosnia, crocodiles in Mexico, frogs in Puerto Rico, egrets in Bali, mushrooms in Montana, archaeologists in Spain and planted butterfly gardens in South Central Los Angeles. The butterflies wish I had chosen a different location. Check out my website and read a story, or better yet buy a book, painting or audio. UnfortunatelY, All of the profits go toward animal rescue.
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