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Dada taught me cards.
Sitting in his suit of pants and vest.
A fistful of joker-red hair strewn across his brow.
His big belly like a cannon ball.

Poem

In the Carribean
at the end of day
sun drops suddenly
like a fire ball
behind forested hills

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Say, Good mornin, Granny Maama
Good mornin, Grandpa Taata.
Good mornin when it rainin.
Good mornin when sun shinin.
Good mornin.

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One two three,
you can dance like me.

With arms held high
that's how you start,
let deh music touch your heart.

One two three,
you can dance like me.

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Jumbie jump high
Jumbie jump low
Jumbie jumpin to calypso

Jumbie doin a dance
in de silk-cotton tree
he waitin for jouvay
an steelban music to breakaway

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Dada has stories from Calcutta
wrapped up in his big belly.
When he belched they would unravel.

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Je m'appelle Yusef

J'ai quatorze ans

J'aime jouer au football et lire des bandes dessinees

J'ai deux freres plus ages

Je fais semblant que je ne suis pas bon en francais

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Sugarcake!
Sugarcake!
Ah chile sweetie ting
a Trini granny could mek:

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Little toad little toad mind yourself
mind yourself let me plant my corn
plant my corn to feed my horse
feed my horse to run my race – the sea is full of more than I know

Red Cherry Red
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I was born with a map of Australia on my face;
it was beautiful, my mother told me – 
there was nobody like me in the whole wide world
who could trace the edges of down under

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