Jamaica
The sun greeted me as
I stepped off the plane
Calling me in a way
that only a mother can
Her warmth embraced me
She came with strong
arms and a cool breeze.
Gently so as not to
alarm.
I was pleasantly
surprised to hear my soul relax
It was an unexpected
sound
It was the sound of
home
The air was thick with
God, sex and magic
My heart beat to the
sound of the bass
I was intoxicated
I was home
As I floated through
the days
My senses somersaulted
through the welcoming party
Music blasting through
my veins,
Calling me to
attention
The sing song of the
people soothed
While my heart danced
to stolen glances from secret friends
For my eyes, there
were colours.
Some vibrant with
youth,
Some wise and subdued
with experience.
Pastels, and reds and
yellows and greens and browns
Oh the browns
The brown earth,
The brown skins,
My earth, my skin
Our earth, our skin
Kissed, caressed and
burnt by the sun
Our brown that tells a
million stories
Stories of pain and
beauty and captivity and freedom
Stories of home.
I am home.
Peace & Love
Xx
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