By D Naughton, September 27, 2011
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…?
How come it’s always grouper?
I hate fish!!!
– Grace Nichols
Praise Song for My Mother
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