AMISTAD

Rasheena Howard

Calypso

At the Playground

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Calypso

She likes the sweat on her forehead

So she keeps moving without wiping it away

She wears a tight small baby-t

With sweat pants

Her waist line moves sweetly

Like the sweet taste of guava jelly biscuit and tea

Her navel is seen reflected in the sea

Soaring from left to right with the dancing moons

The palm trees are laughing at the way

She avoids the young man who

Wants to attach himself to her motions

I can't believe you can't feel it

The words are like rewards

The words tuck me in at night

The words are a little island

Filled with no worries

An island that makes an old couple smile a thousand smiles

A couple who have been crying for an eternity

An island that makes a young woman

At ease with herself and her culture

An island where the sun glow on you

Into forgetting that you are sometimes unhappy

An island so tiny that you can hold it on the tip on your finger

I can't believe you can't feel it

A music with such flow

That it sometime reminds me of the blues

MY BLUES and MY SISTERS BLUES

She has to move the this rhythm of hope

These beats, these songs

These promises of a brighter now

I still can't believe you can't feel it

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At the playground

 

Waiting inside Charles Smith Playground

Awaiting to be unseen

And perhaps even forgotten

Because it is so simple

To be forgotten

Or to just forget

Then maybe I wouldn't feel

Ever again...

Feeling causes questions

That I wouldn't last a second into understanding

Can matters unravel themselves just this once

Can situations iron out its wrinkles

Can binds unwind become refined

I'm just too tired

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