second home
poem by kevanté ac cash
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