The fishmonger’s wife
Because I am a fishmonger’s wife
you thought you could visit me at night,
unaware
.
on summer mornings
I smell of conches, their smooth
white glide and sound of sea.
28th Feb 2010 by C.S. Bhagya
2010 February Issue, bredren and sistren, written word | no comments read on
2010 February Issue, bredren and sistren, written word | no comments read on
Island Girl Discusses Methods of Removing Blood from Cotton
First thing, just pray it white, cause white could clean.
Them other colour-dem too bright and fast,
like Maisie-down-the-road-dem eldest child,
who walk around with switch in her behind.
They need to put switch on it, make her mind—
but where I was? Yeah, just make sure it white.
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