Our Loss & Our Gain

Sometimes that hurricane swings, 
and misses! Hah!
Sometimes it runs someone else over
and everybody without friends,
family, lovers, a home, 
on the islands, sighs with relief
Don't be too glad, mainland,
that's all I'm saying

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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