Go, Girl

I only know you

from what people say about you.

I don’t pay attention—

though I listen.

I can’t find a reason to hate.

I don’t know you.

I would like to.

But the people I came up with

don’t even like the sound of your name.

It’s wild—

same inside, looking out.

So I’ll say it clean:

Congratulations.

You go, girl.

You never heard this

from my mouth.