Journal Five- Hamandeggs
My favorite poem of
the four was For Brothers Everywhere. I grew up listening to Hip-Hop/Rap
all my life since I was around it a lot in Florida/Georgia. So, the tone, rhythm,
word of choices and style to me is like a great hit song from rap/hip-hop. My
favorite line from the poem was how it ended with “ the ball burning like a
fruit with a soul in their velvet hands, while the wrists whisper backspin, an'
the fingers comb the rock once--givin it up, lettin it go, letting it go like
good news because the hoop is a well, a well with no bottom, an' they're fillin
that sucker up!” this passage reminded me of my teenage days in Georgia playing
basketball inside a sketchy rusted old school caged fenced basketball court
back in the day when I played basketball.
My favorite passage towards the end of the book is No Speak English. It really did hit home when I read it since it reminds me of my grandparents and the history we had. “My father says when he came to this country, he ate hamandeggs for three months.”. Reading that reminded of my grandparents since that is how they would weirdly say it too. They did not know much English as well like the lady in the story, but they could understand it better than speaking it. I was the opposite in a weird way growing up living with them.
HAManEGGS
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