Trading PlacesWhem Maria's mother makes arroz con habichuelas y tostones, we trade dinners. If it's a school night, I'll run to Maria's house, a plate of my mother's baked chicken with Kraft mac and cheese, sometimes box corn bread, sometimes canned string beans, warm in my hands, ready for the first taste of Maria's mother's garlicky rice and beans, crushed green bannanas fried salted and warm...MAria will be waiting, her own plate covered in foil sometimes we sit side by side on her stoop, our traded plates in our lapswhat are you guys eating? the neighborhood kids ask but we never answer, too busy shoveling the food we love into our mouths.Your mother makes the best chicken, Maria says. The best corn bread. The best everythingyeah, I say.I guess my grandma taught her something after all.
we're eating each others food
What are you guys eating?
I chose this poem because I think it shows that Jackie is learning about other religions and cultures.It helped shape her and how she thinks of food, and people. How she learns about the culture, it helps her grow as a person and writer. It also shows her friendship with Maria. How they are growing together as people. It shows how much they influence each other in many ways. I think that's why it's meaningful to me.