Returning Assumptions Poem by Amelia C
Returning Assumptions
I am not ackee and saltfish for breakfast,
or curried goat for lunch.
I prefer chickens alive
than seasoned for supper.
I am not Slow Jams on Urban Nights,
R&B or the dutty wine.
When I dance
I pirouette to Tchaikovsky.
When you swear down
I don’t know what you mean –
no, I don’t smoke green.
When I speak
I intend to be heard.
So take your shock and shove it.
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