Poem: "The lady said" (biracial)

Here is a tiny treasure that I found in the library this summer. A book of poems, All the Colors of the Race, written by Arnold Adoff. Based on his own interracial family, Adoff writes from the perspective of his biracial (black/white) daughter, which I find very interesting. At first I was a bit thrown off because I generally prefer poetry to rhyme, however, his style is considered "free verse" poetry. The more I read (and re-read) them, the more I fall in love with them! I hope you do too. The lady said by Arnold Adoff The lady said:       what are you going to                                                  be                                 when you grow                                 all the way up? And I said:      a woman. And she said.     No. I mean what are                                           you                                           now? And I said:   a girl. And she said:   No. I mean what do you call                                         yourself? And I said:   Honey. Baby. Sweet                                        potato                                        pie                                        face me. If she finds it hard,                      I find it easy      to make it hard for her.