Creative Expression of Brathwaite’s book
Life Sentence
Faint echo steel bowl
whisking spoon dancing
imbedded in my subconscious.
aroma of freshly baked cakes
bursts out door
fills the air of my Y zone.
It’s March 2
all cross Pueblo, CO’s Y zone https://www.google.com/maps/place/Pueblo,+CO/@38.2672454,-104.5908685,12z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m2!3m1!1s0x8713a2f3071bb165:0xa82d6ba368c7b82e
people know, there is a celebration
bright blue, red, and yellow frosted cake
causes them to look twice
Aunt Tessie’s blue stained fingertips,
exhausted, sparkling eyes, and smile
mean one thing to me, love.
Up and down the stairs
You (mom) carried us like monkeys
me in the front
brother in back
you always protecting us
dreaming of Teddy Ruckspin http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teddy_Ruxpin
we dreamed of you
coming home to tuck us in
as we drift off to sleep
we hear your voice, in our subconscious
“remember where you come from twins.”
Crisp, golden brown crust
engulfs the bottom of the pan
individual rice kernels
coming together
to form
what has become an Iranian delicacy
We called it burkin
grandma’s way of expressing love
for her twin grandsons
who do not speak her language.
In the kitchen of my parent’s home
little brown and white rice kernels
came together before my eyes .
I was five the first time
I knew I was disabled
walking into the
happiest place on earth
I saw a man and his son
fall over like dominos
as they craned their necks
to stair
at a boy having fun
with his brother.
I had never thought about the parallels between these kinds of moments of realization (or awareness of the social view imposed by others).