Miss Lunch Lady

Tell me

Which part of Trinidad are you from?

You thought I'd miss your hot-fire head

And the twin-island earrings dangling from your face

Do you miss it?

The sun, the breeze, extolled by the people themselves.

Absent from the winter months of the states.

Do you miss it?

Kindly oblige this Yankee girl's dreams

Please.

Trinidad is a place I could belong to

I can belong too

A place that hugs me, grass licking my feet

Even if my skin smells like French fries and pollution.

Round, sturdy woman. Miss Lady

Which part of Trinidad are you from?

Do you miss the turquoise waters too?

You all are so brave

Here, we're mauled by sharks 

But your mighty hands make them a delicacy

My grandmother is a wind-chime woman

My mother was born standing on her two feet

Their house stood the pitter-patter of 10 pairs of kids-feet

Your land, a luscious song

Unwinding, winding around mountains, hill peaks, and patches of city.

Ms. Whole-Warm, fire woman

Promise you'll take me with you next time

It's my home too