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Dear Mama (4) Wanda Coleman and sometimes the lucky ones do 18 0 obj <> endobj Reprinted by permission of Black Sparrow Press, an imprint of David R. Godine, Publisher. “Dear Mama (4)” appeared in Heavy Daughter Blues: Poems and Stories, 1968–1986 (Black Sparrow Press, 1987). she looks like strawberry shortcake, but watch the hardtack underneath. as if they could Poet and writer Wanda Coleman won critical acclaim for her unusually prescient and often innovative work, but struggled to make a living from her craft. the thought stark and irrevocable dear Georgiana, trying to do something to shake off this post holiday boohoohoo. youngsters 32 0 obj <>/Filter/FlateDecode/ID[<01054EA9CE715C4D9ACF877016495D45><3A67902B1E414F459479A26D84CD525C>]/Index[18 32]/Info 17 0 R/Length 77/Prev 67316/Root 19 0 R/Size 50/Type/XRef/W[1 2 1]>>stream The first edition of HERITAGE: AFRICAN AMERICAN READINGS FOR WRITING was praised as a great resource for students who come to college with a limited knowledge of the African-American experience.

received like spanish eight Born in 1946, Wanda Coleman was the author of several poetry collections, including Bathwater Wine (Black Sparrow Press, 1998), which won the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize. Poem: Dear Mama by Wanda Coleman Dear Mama when did we become friends? Dear Mama by Wanda Coleman when did we become friends? take a big bite of the honky world and choke on it Dear Mama Wanda Coleman, in Tangled Vines, Lyn Lifshin, Ed., Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1992 when did we become friends?