caribbean
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It’s woven into the fibre of my being
to expect tragedy.
Even in the wake of the good things
my mind is plagued by
the thought of what could be.
In the middle of the warm Atlanticwhere there are small islands in the Caribbean seawhere white sand beachesstretch a long distance the end you can not see
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
