Hi guys this is a poem, and my class is working with it! Tell me if you like it or not!
Island Man (for a Caribbean island man in London
by Grace Nichols
.
Morning
and island man wakes up
to the sound of blue surf
in his head
the steady breaking and wombing
wild seabirds
and fishermen pushing out to sea
the sun surfacing defiantly
from the east
of his small emerald island
.
He always comes back
groggily groggily
comes back to sands
of a grey metallic soar
to a surge of wheels
to dull North Circular roar
muffling muffling
his crumpled pillow waves
island man heaves himself
another London
I would have to say I would like to wake up in my eldest sisters house, Skyla, and live with her, and all my brothers and sisters were there. I would say that I would want to wake up there and I want to be there for my sister and support her with the baby, it'd be nice to get to know my brothers and sisters too because i only know two of my younger sisters names. So far what i know is that my moms first and last name is Shelly Bentley, my two younger sisters names are Selena, Samantha, and Skyla the oldest of my brothers and sisters. I dream about getting to know about my past and my family.
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