The Poetic Wealth of Nikki Giovanni

1104.967 - 1128.685 Nikki Giovanni

Yeah, you'd go get the chicken. Chicken was, unfortunately for the chicken, alive. And so Grandmother would wring its neck. And then I would be the one to have to pluck it. And I learned to pluck the chicken. But I also learned to cook chitlins. because I learned to turn the children's intestines. I learned to turn them inside out and pull the fat out. But I also learned to break string beans.