Happy Friday and poetry month! Today’s and final poem from this week’s poetess is as interesting as is powerful.
Before moving to Virginia, I was born and raised in NYC. So, I saw these creatures and made it a point, to stay far, far away from them. I mean, they’re rats. Germ infested, garbage and sewers living, big enough to attack a cat or dog rats. Rats equaled to bubonic plague. They were ignoble vermin. But whoa, after listening to Elizabeth Acevedo’s “Rat Ode,” I have to admit they’re admirable. Plus, it’s a kickass analogy.
Elizabeth Acevedo “Rat Ode”