Courtney Conrad wins the 2022 Mslexia Women's Poetry Pamphlet Competition
Courtney Conrad's I Am Evidence has won the 2022 Mslexia Women's Poetry Pamphlet Competition and is available now from Bloodaxe. The joint online launch event is now...
Bellies bawl out like mongrels
but hot gyal nuh walk a street
and beg. Madda drives yutes round
wid gas tank swirling droplets like beer keg—
searching for nine-night with no guest list,
serving meaty mannish water and steamed fish.
Before school runs, Madda creeps out to rough up
ATMs, tears grease debit cards, empty hands
send slack jaw yutes to breakfast clubs for ackee,
dumpling and tea.
At dinner time, she scouts supermarket aisles,
yuh did know seh wata bill coulda wrap bully beef,
and pockets can tun measuring cup fulla flour?
Yutes empty Madda’s money stash pot
while landlord’s bolt cutter hands vanish padlocks.
Bedtime reach dem inna di parking lot.
Madda and yutes interlock like Tetris blocks
pon di backseat. Madda seh, yutes haffi eat,
even if there must be a kneeling.
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Kibba Yuh Mouth
My neighbours were the popular sibling duo in our complex,
fully stocked pantry, unlimited video games, and few rules.
I nicknamed her older brother Screw Face.
He drank Ting from a glass bottle like it was Red Stripe,
played Grand Theft Auto and spoke to the TV like a major drug lord.
No respectable teen boy volunteered to babysit his little sister and her friend.
But he did, he was the traffic cop
monitoring us while we drove Barbie Jeeps.
Once, he pulled us over behind the dumpster.
She paid him for both of us. I witnessed his…
I was sick every playtime
watched her from my bedroom.
He sat on the veranda, shot air bullets at my window,
and mouthed, informa fi dead.
*
Babylon Wah Tun Us Inna Rasta Mouse
Step inna one dance fi hold a medz
and di MC bawl out Jah, Rastafari,
praise to di most high, Selesai.
Before him, a sea of tweed caps clutch locks,
button-down linen shirts flaunt chest hairs and gold chains.
This cramped garage: sanctuary for slow sways, prayerful eyes,
and ganja. Okra tongues provoke boasy bwoy’s peace,
he backs out cutlass like a handkerchief.
MC seh, nuh war to wi ting, just love and unity
and di Irie vibes carry on.
Blonde neighbour summons her pack
and bawls Jesus off di cross
like seh lions a prowl through di sound system.
Babylon’s batons bash doors their speaky-spokey accents, turn off this racket.
Ras dem disperse like mad ants,
some faces get ketch under Babylon’s boots,
speaky-spokey accents, go back to your country.
If flatten bodies on concrete coulda mek a boat
Babylon’s spit woulda send dem sailing home, long time.
Contents List
9 Mommy Carry Mi Guh Coronation Market
10 Classifieds: Brute Neighbour
11 Inna Di Trenches
12 Tief like Puss
13 When Yuh Point Finga, Three Point Back
14 Kibba Yuh Mouth
15 If Wi Neva Block Di Road, Wi Wouldn’t Find Her
16 Community Breeds Miracle
17 Snapper
18 Shhh… Gunshot Can Pick Padlock
20 Water Polo Sessions Before Coke
21 Extradition of Drug Lord Dudus Coke: Barbican Girl Dash Weh Tivoli Boy
23 Morning after Coke
24 Puss and Dog Nuh Have Di Same Luck
25 the path of no papers
26 Motherland Nuh Wah Wi Again
27 Babylon Wah Tun Us Inna Rasta Mouse