second home

poem by kevanté ac cash


 

Illustration by Paris Miami

 

 

the street that reminds me 

most of home 

the bustling buses 

clacking tongues of school-

girls blowing bubble gum

bigger than hoops they can wear 

schoolboys’ afros higher than 

i can dream of having or 

wanting a new world where 

Black kids can be free

life in a first world country 

trini lady in the herb shop 

asking what i need to fix this 

belly ache of mine 

crystals spread ‘cross glass 

countertops the scent of hottie

patties haloing the air 

down from her’s

the fish shop 

the best fish n’ chips i had 

since i been here ‘cross from that

my barber

who ine never forsake 

i remember the day i first came to get a cut 

he ask me which part of the Caribbean i from 

i tell him i come from The Bahamas 

he tell me we is neighbours 

cause he Jamaican     like i couldn’t pick up on his accent

he ask me what i come to study 

i tell him poetry 

he said woooooooow, girl, shoot for di stars!

and if yuh need anyt’ing all yuh haffi do is

come and find me!

said he’d be like an uncle to me 

just like how trini lady became an aunt 

the schoolchildren all my cousins 

and hulme high street the monthly 

family gathering needed 

to fill my soul


 
Wase Aguele