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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required If I went barefoot for a lifetime, shoes would be pointless. Toes ate board, concrete, grassland, shoreline. Me, Tarzan to pedicurist! ~ was poor but didn’t own it. ~ Text-book believers trembled at anomalies as cats dreading water. Drooling high-schoolers rated us backward and poor in sound-bite studies of Third-World History: Pre-teens Pseudo–adults who would eat themselves out of existence; into untimely graves. A tragic (re)plot: manic appetites (fast-food) Colonizers Chronic disease Casualties. ~ the needs of yesterday’s youth were righteously sated. Necessities supplied. Dissatisfaction abated. Here, faces of stately impoverishment, regnant paupacy, dignified indigence felt fat from sheer contentment. Seated to table buckling beneath loaded plates, squeezed between Gran´s dependable knees, she ladled solid food that grew grand giants, sans measurement. Dashing, splashing flavors imparting finely seasoned nourishment. Almost believing Gran´s long spoon was a wishing stick prestidigitating post-meal spectacles - global bellies gassed by food free of conspiracy and chemical. Fields nourished providentially: rain showers and solar rays and dungs. Sowers reaped yams, breadfruit. Oil-down tonight! You couldn’t lick the moonlight off your lips, and not a trace of food waste save for what would later be displaced in the latrine. Meal dumplings were well enough, thriving inside unshallow yellow split pea soups. Ham and fowl could share with your neighbor's enemies. There was plenty. ~ We, Carib-beans, were fed, bare feet, content, spared the rod of keenest hungers. Have you then seen the face of poverty? ~ Was it bent and bony, damp and drooping, flagging, wearied, wired ... vexed or sour, dewy-eyed; a legless Mexican in San Luis banging an offering-pan, sourcing alms towards his penury; akin to the vulture´s sanguine smile, when praying beside a starving child? ~ If your silver was a pot-spoon, say you were a rich fool - Gran’s gracious hand, stirring cooking-fires, raised gilded clans without gold.
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