For Caribbean Girls Who Have Lost Their Accents, Poem #1

There have been many
things
given to me
by my mother.
Frilly blouses
with missing
buttons
bestowed
upon me with,
"Here, I pay
fifty cents
for this!"
Or designer
underwear
found on sale
Her delight
hardly contained
"Two for one at Conways!
You know
how expensive
they would be?
Tommy Hilfiger!"
I have ceased
explaining
to my
mother
how
conservative I have
become
with my money
--buying into
in some
way,
a compliance
with
the
market economy.
Suspect of
the feelings
of exhilaration
quickly
punctured by
reality that
sets in,
I question
shopping.
But, if
truth be
told, I
happily
receive these
trinkets
from my mother
blurring it,
in my mind
with some
kind of
interest.
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