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This is my story.It is mine alone because I am the one who needsto tell it.I am the one who is still here,no longer stage right but
We goin' on a school trip today,De whole class goin' to Whitney Bay,Ah teckin' me ball an' bat with meTo play beach cricket, an' let me see,
Toothless, she kisseswith fleshy lipsrounded, like mouthof a bottle, all wet
She bruises your facealmost, with twoloving tree-root hands.
And we are living.
Isn't that amazing?
How we manage to beat all.
Slurping up the last of my frozen yogurt,I overhear someone say,'Being a Simese twin has got to beThe WorstThing Ever.'
Song-bird shut dem mout' an lissen,Church bell don't bother to ring,All de little stream keep quietWhen mi Granny sing.
I am on the bathroom floorscreeching,Tippi shaking me back into the world.