Mrs.Hughe's HouseIn Greenville, my grandfather is too sickto work anymore, so my grandmother has a full-time job.Now we spend every day from July until the middle of August at Mrs.Hughe's Nursery and Day school.Each morning, we walk the long dusty road to Mrs.Hughe's house-large, white stone, with a yard circling and chickens pecking at our feet.Beyond the yard there's collards and corn growinga scarecrow, black snakes, and whip-poor-wills.She is a big woman, tall, yellow-skinned and thick as a wall.I hold tight to my grandmother's hand. MaybeI am crying.My grandmother drops us off and the other kids circle around us.Laughing at our hair, our clothes, the names our parentshave given us, our city way of talking-too fast, too many wordsto hear at oncetoo many big words coming out ofmy sister's mouth.I am always the first to cry. A gentle slap on the sideof my head, a secret pinch,girls circling around me singing, Who stole the cookiefrom the cookie jar and pointing, as though the song is true, at me.
My sister's tears are slow to come. But when they do, it isn't sadness.It's something different that sends her swinging her fists when the others yank her braids until the satin, newly ironed ribbons belong to them, hidden away in the deep pockets of their dresses, tucked into their sagging stockings, buried inside their silver lunch pails.Hope is silent-his name, they say, belongs to a girl, his ears, they laugh stick out too far from his head.Our feet are beginning to belong in two different worlds-Greenville and New York. We don't know how to come and leave home behind us.
I choose the poem Mrs.Huge's house because I thought it helped to resemble Jaqueline's two homes and how it was hard for her to leave one and come back and fit in, basically hard for her to readjust to the Greenville lifestyle.Jaqueline is torn between two places and it's hard for her to really determine which one is her home.Throughout the poem Jaqueline is being made fun of for her city like traits and some of her Greenville ones too.It gets to the point where Jaqueline can't stand it and she starts to cry.I mainly just chose this poem because of the two homes thing and due to the fact it is something that I was able to imagine in my head and how it turned out pretty clearly.