nice is such a rip-off

reglar beauty & a smile in the street

is just a set-up

i usedta be in the world

a woman in the world

i hadda right to the world

then i moved to harlem

for the set-up

a universe

six blocks of cruelty

piled up on itself

a tunnel

closin

The four ladies on stage freeze,

count 4, then the ladies in

blue, purple, yellow, and orange

move to their places for the next

poem.

lady in purple

three of us like a pyramid

three friends

one laugh

one music

one flowered shawl

knotted on each neck

we all saw him at the same time

& he saw us

i felt a quick thump in each one of us

didnt know what to do

we all wanted what waz comin our way

so we split

but he found one

& she loved him

the other two were tickled

& spurned his advances

when the one who loved him waz somewhere else

he wd come to her saying

yr friends love you very much

i have tried

& they keep askin where are you

she smiled

wonderin how long her friends

wd hold out

he waz what they were lookin for

he bided his time

he waited til romance waned

the three of us made up stories

bout usedta & cda been nice

the season waz dry

no men

no quickies

not one dance or eyes unrelentin

one day after another

cept for the one who loved him

he appeared irregularly

expectin graciousness no matter what

she cut fresh strawberries

her friends callt less frequently

went on hunts for passin fancies

she cdnt figure out what waz happenin

then the rose

she left by his pillow

she found on her friends desk

& there waz nothing to say

she said

i wanna tell you

he’s been after me

all the time

says he’s free & can explain

what’s happenin wit you

is nothin to me

& i dont wanna hurt you

but you know i need someone now

& you know

how wonderful he is

her friend cdnt speak or cry

they hugged & went to where he waz

wit another woman

he said good-bye to one