Jamaican

At half past two I put a pot on my head, my daddy saw and said "It's the Jamaican in you."

I did my chores, I swept the hall, the bottle didn't fall off at all. Mama said, catching sight of my head, "It's the Jamaican in you." Kind of funny to think about, all those women running around with pots on my head. Carrying water from the river back to the village and home, did they think much of where their descendants would be? Bet not, bet you they were thinking about their kids, within the moment and how they were going to live. It was life, simply life, and there wasn't much more beyond there was it? Sure, dreams that were dreamt, but I bet you never dreamed this? That your daughter down a few generations would be walking around ******* city, with fabric softener on her head thinking: "It's the Jamaican in me?"