Patsy

by Nicole Y. Dennis-Benn

Ras Norbert, the old Rasta man who lives in a shack down the road.

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Her laughter, to Patsy’s delight, is openly vulgar, banging on the dark oak doors and sweeping through each room, boisterous and defiant.

There’s a difference between wanting to die and not wanting to live.

“You can’t only t’ink ’bout winning, an’ when yuh get there, can’t turn around to see what brought yuh there in di first place. Look at all dis. We tek a lot fah granted.”

However, in America Patsy had seen more black babies from third world countries with white people than with black parents. It’s as if they graduated from colonizing countries to adopting babies from those places, training them to be like them.

She decided she cannot go on forever feeling sorry for herself and making Tru pay for it.