Miss Romantic

She thought english at JC Miller High School in Glensdale New York. Miss Romantic was plumb and agressive and when she laid eyes on me, a tenderfoot at age seventeen I was in deep trouble. One day she grabbed my butt and said in a throaty voice, "You got to step up to the plate John and bat!"
I was astonished to say the least. But afraid what that big foxxy mama will do to me if I failed.

fending in hostile conditions

Children fending for themselves in a guava season, scarcely begins to describe the hardship suffered in Guyana. Pangs growling in an empty stomach, pictures matchstick structures, gaunt and feeble to the eyes.Like skins on bones, resembling a scarecrow. Haunting the minds, empty eyes hide the pain of vacant stomachs. A father had passed on to the great beyond, from cancer and unfortunately the brood left behind was now at the mercy of a country that gave birth to a deadly cycle of poverty. Bread with sugar water survided until maxed out. Then it was water boiled with lime leaves. How to address this vicious cruelty that live deals is simple. Educations. At all cost.