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.