You Think I Mad, Miss?

You think I mad, Miss? You see me here with my full head of hair and my notebook and pencil, never go out a street without my stockings straight and shoes shine good, for is so my mother did grow me. Beg you a smalls nuh? Then why your face mek up so? Don’t I look like somebody pickney? Don’t I look like teacher? Say what? Say why I living on street then? Then is who tell you I living on street? See here, is Sheraton I live. All them box and carochies there on the road-side? Well, I have to whisper and tell you this for I don’t want the breeze to catch it. You see the wappen-bappen on the streetside there? Is one old lady ask me to watch it for her till she come back. And cause mi heart so good, me say yes. I watching it day and night though is Sheraton I live. For the old lady don’t come back yet. Quick, before the light change for I don’t eat nutten from morning. I don’t know is what sweet you so. But thank you all the same. Drive good, you hear. https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9780429039348/cc8aa69a-1983-434a-9d72-087a76cff2ea/content/fig1.tif" xmlns:xlink="https://www.w3.org/1999/xlink"/>