caribbean
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Heard trumpets from afar this morning,
closed my eyes to embrace a memory
of warm winds and white sand.
The smell of salt water and Caribbean cuisine laid still in my mind,
for a brief second.
Hello, my name is
"Chinese"
"Japanese"
"Dirty knees"
"Look at these"
"Criss cross"
"Apple sauce"
"Do me a favor and get lost"
Swinging my hips side to side like they ain’t got no business
Looking at your lips, they can make some mean Caribbean kisses
Dreads mid-way your back
