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Homeward Bound


Land of mango and avocado 
Sweet , mild and refreshing 
Cassava bread with tea, coffee and hot cocoa 

Fresh meaty young coconut 
It’s water crisp and refreshing
 
Glazed peanut, cashew and coconut for a quick snack or dessert 
Spaghetti with herring or hot dog for breakfast 

Large tart grapefruit topped with sugar crystals and eaten with a metal spoon

Killed a butterfly 
Folded it in half 
Pressed against its wings 
It fell apart 

Grandma chased me with a bowl of medicine 
A liquified leafy concussion 
To clean my insides out 
Stepped on a ball of thorn 
My foot slowed me down 
And the neighborhood kids caught me for grandma
Was stung by a bee in the belly button

Crossed rivers barefoot 
Watched black crab crawl across a small body of water 
And tiny fish swam in a little pond 
Skinny and gray were they 

My cousins and I rolled handkerchiefs into figures 

We got in trouble together, too
A long walk on foot
Left us late for school 
Once late , on our knees we were preyed Hot and sticky was our whip 
Lashed were our backs
At bath time , mama saw my back 
red  and black with strikes 
Left furious ,
Angry and out of breath ,she advised my teacher and school masters
That I am but a child 
And not an animal in the wild 

Another time, I was struck by a bull on my way to school
A big, black bull  tied to a tree , loosened itself free and charged at me
With its horns it grabbed my frail little frame in between mama and great uncle
I was tossed 
I opened my eyes and was at the hospital 
My great uncle rode a motorcycle and dined with me and grandma 
He gave me a large slice of avocado  to eat with my plantain and sauce 

The blacked out city 
 Was lost in the dark
On the countryside moon is streetlight 
On roof tops made of aluminum 
Boys flew kites
Plastic bags and spare tree branches
they combined
 
Spun tops are made with lime and pick

A bucket of rain to bathe 
A black hole in the ground 
For feces 
Clothes washed in the river
Line dried outside the house 
Some bathe 
Some bring donkey to graze 
Its dung fall in between the waves 

Some to wash their tresses
Like my godmother did to mine


Marckincia Jean
Narrative
07/13/19
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