ARTICLES BY Ashley Croker-Benn

  • August 8, 2016
    I come from sugarcane and riceGold that never touched the fingertips of my peopleJust blessed their skin a honeyed brownLeft their lips sweet and fruitfulSo I know my tongue got a power to itGives something prolificLike a stream of a currentThe way Kaieteur spreads arms wide to catch me in my dreamsSo when I wakeMy mouth be humming a melodyLike waterfallLike life being made newOver and over
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