Too Young

My little brother wrote this poem for/about his daughter, my niece Maya:

too young

though she is too young to vote,

she breezes through magazine and newspaper,

her eyes full of hope.

she says she sees herself in him,

she sings praises to his strange name.

she says, 'daddy all those men,

and even that lady,

to me all look the same.'

i believe she's right as she learns to write,

she says, 'O like Oscar, B like Big Bird, A like apple, M like my name, A for animal,'

i tell her i'm so proud of her,

she sings gospeldelic hymns for him.

we parade around the house pretending we are at the victory parade on pennsylvania avenue.

and she sings, 'President Obama...'