Lettin' Go of My Feathers

This is sooo wrong and sooo against all that has been etched into my West Indian psyche. Yet it is here that I am going to write about the thoughts in my head. Can't keep them in there anymore - I am running out of room. Plus, being stingy doesn't help the world.

Every cell in my brain is screaming, "Don't do it! Listen to what your mother taught you." I can hear her voice saying to me - "Tracy-Ann! Don't let go yu feathers."

Something else my mother taught me. A poem. It's been playing over and over and over in my head since childhood. "Have a good friend. Treat her well. But never her, your secrets tell. For when you two become foes. O'er the world your secret goes."
Sorry Mummy, but, here goes!