Downhill after dark we took our nightly showers
Under the standpipe, dodging the cars light,
It was fun in those days, the life of the poor black child
The countryside, but the sweetest thing to remember,
Roast breadfruit, roast flying fish, roast corns,
It was fun in those days, for the life of the poor, young villagers
in today world it called Backyard Barbecuing with friends,
when we did it was called poor people way of cooking, and celebrating.
So often now and then,
it's good to go back in time
And relived, those awkward and happy moments
Only thing I detest was loading the sugarcane
On my head and going up the ladder,
The white man reap all the sweet
The black man bake under the sun.
Last month I sat in the most expensive Restaurant
And eat, lobster, drank expensive bottle of wine
I wouldn’t reveal the cost of the meal,
But, I always knew, that one day, this would
Have happen, from roast fish, on the hill of Prout Hill
To Washington DC exquisite night restaurant. MI*VIDA
And yes I made all of this happened:
living my life through poetry.
