I am NiCaribbean
(Version)
I am from the NiCaribbean Coast
I am NiCaribbean.
: I eat my rum-down
patí rondón
coconut bread patí
I eat food
I don’t eat shit
since July of 1979
my hunger and thirst for justice made up
tremendous justice and freedom—
Who hasn’t eat yet?
: not only living bread
I eat chacalin lobster fish and
crab
mix-up sea-soup-
: pieces of lobster
pieces of fish
shrimps and whole jackals
and crab sticks and crab-soup
oh my tropicaldo!
my slaves were freed from me
the slaves were liberated—
: and there was Corn Island in Nicaragua
in the world in my people
: and we dance and sing
in Tropical Ragge
we dance the tropicaldo!
oh my gravy my broth my brothtropical
my tropical gravy
I eat
like all this food
and even more-
I do not eat like I eat
like really
I do not like to lie
nor the parts of themselves
that’s why yes -as well as:
like patí rondón
coconut bread patí
like rice a-la-chacalinada
mamaaà: rice & shrimps
my fell full
my fell full full full
: things that fill
I take me my
daily spirit
and moldy bred
but a eat-yes
like-and-I don’t eat shit
since July of 1979
I quenched my thirst and hunger for justice
giving him a hard time
with the rum-down etc. etc.
look I know how to walk on the waters
without wetting my feet
and I do it better with a panga or pipante
dury or canoe
what’s the difference -for we do give each other
the luxury of walking on the waters again
without wetting our feet
: I have a mouth
what remains
something big
but good:
the tongue I have is viperina
in presence of snakes & apples
I am from the NiCaribbean Coast
I am NiCaribbean
and I do not carry the wind in my eyes
nor the clouds in my head
It’s been a while since I got off my cloud
and it rained
& rained & rained & rained
until I rained
since then I know how I like
Everyone has to know how I eat
I do not eat like that like shit
like really
and not only by breed I live
so I throw my spirit every day
INCLUDING
my daily moldy bread
but how
rather: I have my skeleton
what’s left big
like who says:
I have my oiled my bones
with coconut oil
my rhythmic gait
It has a lot of palm tree
wind wave high wings
jump waves and the brinquete
when walking
feet that walk now
quietly
without getting wet
because I no longer eat – finally
I sat my hunger & thirst for justice
a July 19 of 79
and although eating a time in Revolution
is to eat and live forever in Revolution
and in me everything is fighting
in my being this rhythmic walk
so & here
from there and here
etc. etc. etc.
in the liquefaction of my days
and the solidification of my nights
in Nicaribia in Nicaragua
the NiCaribbean Coast
in the world in us
by God that I know how to walk on the waters
without wetting my feet
inside my blood I carry the sea
red pepper salad
there’s an ocean in my eyes.