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abusive relationships, Indo-Caribbean Culture, Poem “Waitress / Suppose” by Jihan Ramroop, Self-harm, Self-image, Sexual harassment, We Used to Waitress by Jihan Ramroop

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My Poetry Corner May 2021 features the poem “Waitress / Suppose” from the debut poetry collection, We Used to Waitress, by the Caribbean American poet, actress, and playwright Jihan Ramroop. Born in Queens, New York, of immigrant Indo-Guyanese parents, Ramroop was raised in Fort Pierce, Florida, and Georgetown, Guyana. She graduated in Theatre and Performance from Purchase College of the State University of New York (SUNY). She lives in upstate New York.
All excerpts of poems featured in this article are taken from Ramroop’s poetry collection, We Used to Waitress, published in 2020. The collection is divided into four parts: Stay, Still, Stubborn, and Suppose.
In Part 1/Stay, the poet notes in “Sunday Inventory” that she has lived in 27 places, went to 14 schools, and held 10 jobs. Throughout this section, she laments love lost for men who did not stay in her life. In “Waitress / Stay,” the final poem in the section, she recalls those days we used to waitress / outside the city / pretending i was / saving up / for dreams and freedom / and something big. Since then, she concludes, everything and nothing changed.
Still, she dreams of finding her soulmate. In Part 2/Still, we bear witness to her numerous abusive relationships that leave her broken. Her heavy drinking as a coping mechanism does not work. Still, she continues to make the same bad choices in men. She admits in “Change or Something,” the final poem of the section, that change is my lover / with no regard / for my life / but still i want him / even if he’s not mine.
In Part 3/Stubborn, she reckons with her low self-image, self-harm, depression, generational trauma, abusive relationships, sexual harassment, and death of an aunt to cancer. In “Sorry Not Sorry” about the sexual harassment she has endured since adolescence, she says sorry for all the men who would never acknowledge the pain they had caused her: sorry for / the men who look / the men who touch / the men who took.
She finds healing in the “Florida Hurricane Weather” that got me feeling / like anything is possible / like it’s okay // to forgive / or not forgive / speak / or stay still. She closes the section with “Waitress / Stubborn” in which she confesses that her heart was so stubborn in believing it would break if her beloved left. She comes to a new self-image: i used to think / i needed someone else / but all i needed / was myself.
In Part 4/Suppose, the poet re-affirms her new self-worth. She declares in “Done:” i’m done waiting / for that perfect life / when the life i really want / is passing me by. To the abusive men in her life, she says in “Moving On Or Something:” man thought i would be / loving him forever / but now i / love me. In the featured ten-stanza poem, “Waitress / Suppose,” the final poem in the collection, Ramroop sets out the expectations for her role and place as a brown girl within Indo-Caribbean culture.
brown girl is “not supposed to be waitress” “not supposed to be loud” “not supposed to drink alcohol” “not supposed to be proud”
To avoid trouble, brown girl is supposed to be quiet. There are correct clothes to wear; correct things to say. To write words and express her emotions are not acceptable: don’t be bad / don’t be sad.
be a doctor lawyer wife be a wife wife, wife, wife be a mother next because you know that means you’re doing good nice ring on your finger must mean he loves you
The poet knows that the time for change has come. She knows the first step to take. What price will the poet and actress have to pay to take such a step?
brown girl suppose brown girl suppose you stop waiting on them all
To read the complete featured poem by Jihan Ramroop go to my Poetry Corner May 2021.
“man thought i would be
loving him forever
but now i
love me.
That is the way forward! Grab your future with both hands and don’t be distracted by the egos of selfish men.
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I agree, John. Thanks for adding your wise words 🙂
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What a life’s oeuvre. That Sunday inventory would be difficult for anyone to forge relationships from
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So true, Derrick. In that same poem, she says that she has lost count of all the friends she has missed.
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It sounds as though she has gained a lot of insight, including self-insight, and that she has found a good path.
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I think so, too, Neil. Sometimes, we have to descend into the darkness to find ourselves.
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It’s terrible to see that the world is still full up of prejudices and I very much hope that the poet will succeed in her way!
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It’s my hope, too, Martina! Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts 🙂
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A riveting read for sure!
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It was, indeed, Winteroseca.
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😊
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Great poetry that speaks to all who were taught to serve others first. Thank you for the introduction.
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My pleasure, Rebecca. You sum up well Ramroop’s poetry collection. She used her work as a waitress as a powerful metaphor of her life as a woman.
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I find it a powerful metaphor as well. Thanks.
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The journey is powerful and relatable. It’s easy to get caught up in the culture of romance and dependency that tells women we are not enough and need a man to be whole. I cheered as I read her progress in breaking free from the lies.
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Thank you for sharing!!… one needs to follow ones heart, not the thoughts of others… “It is not easy to find happiness within ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” (Agnes Repplier )… 🙂
Until we meet again..
There are good ships and there a wood ships
The ships that sail the sea,
But the best ships are friendships
And may they always be!
(Irish Saying)
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Thanks for dropping by and sharing your thoughts, Dutch 🙂 You know well what it means to follow that path least traveled.
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A brave lady carrying the weight of her punishing history. I wish her luck.
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A punishing history it is, indeed, Dr. Stein.
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Thank you for sharing Jihan Ramroop poetry. You bring to light so many interesting writers! We need to disseminate information about writers from the LAC region!
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I agree, Eliana. I do what I can in featuring poets from Guyana, Brazil, and the United States, including those with Latin American origins. Perhaps you might be interested in checking out Rebecca’s blog at Fake Flamenco. She promotes Latin American culture. Here’s the link to her latest blog post on Chile:
https://fakeflamenco.com/2021/05/18/155-the-joy-of-representation/?wref=tp
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Thank you so much for this lovely review. Full of insightful observations. I appreciate it and all the comments Rosaliene
– Jihan
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My pleasure, Jihan 🙂 What a wonderful surprise to have you drop by at my blog! Thanks for the follow.
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Of course Rosaliene, it’s an amazing blog.
I also recently had a short story published in the anthology, “Two Times Removed: An Anthology of Indo-Caribbean Fiction”. It was edited and curated by Tiara Jade Chutkhan and feature s 16 short stories by Indo-Caribbean writers.
You can find more about it at Tiara’s website (www.tiarajade.com) or my website (www.jihanramroop.com)
I’m looking forward to reading future blogs from you!
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🙂 I Cling To Myself as I would say.
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Congrats, Jihan!
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