CRACKERJACKS

I coulda told you,
in the old days,
in the park,
or skating down some hill
what it was all about.

I coulda sat next to you
on some stairway
and gave you half my bubblegum,
and, in between the bubbles
and the giggles,
I coulda told you.

But we are grown up now.
And it is all so complicated
when you dig somebody.

Now, when I open up my crackerjacks,
I find no heart-shaped ring.
Only a puzzle
that I don't wanna solve.

by Assata Shakur
 

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