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Poem about El Paredón

A poem written about life in El Paredón from former Director, Julia Harriman

Here it is no surprise

Here it is no surprise
To share a bed with
sand, crabs or frogs
Or to wash vegetables
In the shower

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It is no big deal
To be paid 2 weeks late
Or to buy milk
From the Mayor

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We have got used to our names being one
Shouted through cracks in fences
From outdoor sinks
Or a pink plastic bike shipped from the women’s guild
in Mississippi

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Here you can only buy
Second hand clothes
With ‘Love not drugs’ worn by the priest’s wife
Or ‘Best Grandpa
in the world’
Worn by a 10 year old
Proudly, not knowing English.

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Here it is no surprise
When the sun dips red, deep into the ocean
That all you have done all day
Is open the back door
To connect to this one room village
And this has filled your time happily