Are you more Coca-Cola or Coco Frio?
Read
the Poem, “Coca-Cola and Coco Frio” by Martin Espada. While you read, take
notes on the sides of any connections or inferences you make to this poem.
Coca-Cola and Coco Frio
by Martin Espada |
My Connections and Inferences
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On his first
visit to Puerto Rico,
island of family folklore, the fat boy wandered from table to table with his mouth open. At every table, some great-aunt would steer him with cool spotted hands to a glass of Coca-Cola. One even sang to him, in all the English she could remember, a Coca-Cola jingle from the forties. He drank obediently, though he was bored with this potion, familiar from soda fountains in Brooklyn. Then, at a roadside stand off the beach, the fat boy opened his mouth to coco frio, a coconut chilled, then scalped by a machete so that a straw could inhale the clear milk. The boy tilted the green shell overhead and drooled coconut milk down his chin; suddenly, Puerto Rico was not Coca-Cola or Brooklyn, and neither was he. For years afterward, the boy marveled at an island where the people drank Coca-Cola and sang jingles from World War II in a language they did not speak, while so many coconuts in the trees sagged heavy with milk, swollen and unsuckled. |
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Vocabulary
Folklore: stories
passed down by generations
Scalped: To cut off the skin of the top of
the head with a knife
Swollen: When something is so full, it
expands
Suckle: to drink milk from a nipple, like a
calf suckles milk from a cow’s udder
In your journal, respond to this question: Are you more Coca Cola or Coco Frio? Why?
In your journal, respond to this question: Are you more Coca Cola or Coco Frio? Why?
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