on 22 January 2009
I read this after devouring every poem in The Fat Black Woman's Poems. I was expecting more of the refined, rich language (like sugar) and the gently rippling cadence (like the sea). Instead I got a book of children's poems. The rhyme is too intrusive, reminiscent of nursery rhymes, and the poems are more comical than serious. But for kids' poetry, that's actually its strength. Just don't expect the mature, sensual delights of the Fat Black Woman.