reggae music blasted at outrageous levels,
for her to be hearing it loud and clear
from 20 houses away, though, they do stand
shoulder to shoulder, to be fair.

she snuck out her back door to the roof,
and she didn't mind the tunes that night.
she sipped on fresh mango juice and
watched her ackee tree sway in the moonlight.

she played in her messy, ***** locs
but was soon interrupted by her worst fear.
her aunt had just locked up her way back in
and if she didn't hurry, she'd be stuck out there.

it's hard to rush down a zinc roof quietly,
especially with darkness hindering her sight.
then, of course, a coconut fell with a crash
and her focus was replaced with fright.

she slipped and hit the roof with bang,
then just laughed with dried leaves in her hair.
it was definitely a crash her parents would hear,
so she was probably in trouble but she didn't care.

she layed there in defeat, waiting for angry dad,
the roof would be banned, but that was alright,
as she listened to the reggae, she had no regrets,
because she made a hilarious memory that night.

29.04.20