Stamps
I'm watching the woman
who is watching my groceries
rolling along the conveyor belt.
She stands Cheerio-mouthed
in a pink and white dress
sporting a crisp, curled hairdo
and staring as much as she pleases
while I stand behind my husband,
hiding behind him and the baby.
She has seen him produce
a book of foodstamps
from his pocket, and I think she wants
to see how her tax dollars
are being wasted today. .
Eggs, milk, peanut butter, bread
root beer and a bag of store brand
chocolate chips. She looks
at those the longest.
I want to tell her that we work
for ten cents above minimum.
I want to explain
that it's Friday, we're tired,
and our chocolate is none of her business.
Somehow, we're on display
along with the tabloids and gum.
With long pink-nailed fingertips,
she puts her stuff up now:
a big red rib-eye steak
a head of green lettuce,
the leafy kind, and a bottle of medot
Our total is rung
and my husband pays.
The checker lays the coupons upside-down,
like a blackjack hand,
and pounds them with a rubber stamp.
What do you think is the theme of the poem?Meaning of the poem Stamps by Bethlyn Madison Webster?
lol the answer is right in the poem
"she wants to see how her tax dollars are being wasted today"
"I want to tell her that we work for ten cents above minimum.I want to explain"
"Somehow, we're on display"
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