Everyday these kids come to my shop

Serve! Serve!

They cry out

Hitting rocks on my newly painted gate

Serve! Serve!

I am coming…. Gosh

Leaving my Sunday dinner on the table

Do you have this? Do you have that?

Their small voices are so painful

The three musketeers stand smiling at each other

What do you want!

My rage pours out

Ridicule now stares at me

Followed by heavy laughter

Ahh…. How much for your bag juice?

Wi can get discount fi three?

I pause…. (Big Sunday unnu waa bag juice fi buy)

(Unnu naa no parents)

(All da one dey, never comb har hair yet)

Hello! Knock! Knock!

The other two burst into laughter has she wips her dandruff filled hair

No!

No wha? No yu nuh hav or no no discount?

No mi nuh have

Glimpsing on the frosty bag juices in the corner

A wha kinda idiot shop this!

They quickly disappear, bringing back peace and silence

A sigh of relief I breathe

Peacefully walking back to my rice and peas

Serve! Serve!

What else yu have dey!

Terence Thompson Jr.