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I am just 1 generation removed from my Jamaican Heritage USA is my country of birth yet Jamaican customs and traditions are woven into the fabric of I and I The foods permeate my palate and set me apart from my American counterparts Instead of chitterlings, collard greens, *** roast, & black eyed peas I savor salt fish and banana, stew peas and rice and curry goat as my traditional meals. I was born into my parent’s American dream Straddling the fence meant I sometimes didn’t fit in I don’t speak Patois yet the accent has painted my tongue To feel so connected to a culture, yet so distant from its people JAmerican is the name given to me.
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Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC
Just 1 Generation Removed
I am just 1 generation removed from my Jamaican Heritage USA is my country of birth yet Jamaican customs and traditions are woven into the fabric of I and I The foods permeate my palate and set me apart from my American counterparts Instead of chitterlings, collard greens, *** roast, & black eyed peas I savor salt fish and banana, stew peas and rice and curry goat as my traditional meals. I was born into my parent’s American dream Straddling the fence meant I sometimes didn’t fit in I don’t speak Patois yet the accent has painted my tongue To feel so connected to a culture, yet so distant from its people JAmerican is the name given to me.
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Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC
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