YOU WERE

You were
The fish’s red gill to me
The flame tree’s spread to me
The crab’s leg/the fried plantain smell.
Speaking of food, what’s for dinner…?
Grouper? Again?
How come it’s always grouper?
I hate fish!!!

 – Grace Nichols
   Praise Song for My Mother

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