Grandma Revisited

I'm a tab bit annoyed but I can't really do anything about it. I had a nice post written up about this revision of my poem, but that disappeared some how and got auto-saved over with a big blank space. Can't do anything about that now. No need to rant (but I want to so much).
So this is a revision of my poem about my Grandma. I had it work shopped in my advanced poetry class and so I've gotten some good feedback on it. It was really hard to edit because I liked the draft I turned in so much, but I have to say that I feel like I've changed a lot. I never thought I'd get to the obsessive state of editing line by line, word by word, but what can I say, I went over this poem with a fine tooth comb and I nearly changed every line. I really did changed every line, but some of them got moved back cause I liked their original line more.  I even went as far as agonizing (not really but I love the expression) over whether I should go with Grandma or Grandmother in the last line. I went with Grandmother because it sounds more distinct. Also I had to spend time deciding whether I'd go with the spelling of checks as they were or go with cheque as it is supposed to be spelled. I don't know but I decided that I'm an American and I was going to go with checks because that is how it has been adopted into our language. Anyways here is the revision of Stories My Grandma Told Me, retitled My Grandma Told Me. It is going to be my second Crosscurrent's submission, my first being Drunk Rhinoceros.

My Grandma Told Me

I don't like to think of my Grandmother as
a racist,
it's an ugly word.
But sometimes she makes it hard not to.
She would sit me down and tell me
that minorities were out to get us,
“Blacks, Asians, Mexicans, you name it,
they are all out to get you."
I can't see her logic,
even then it didn't make sense to me.
She said that they would do anything,
to get back for the abuse
inflicted by the whites.
That even our housekeeper,
a kindly Samoan woman,
would do things,
little things,
to get us.

Last week I got a call from my dad.
He told me he had to let our housekeeper go.
She was forging checks,
with my Grandmother's checkbook.

Copyright 2007 William Curb