An Island Excursion at Eighteen

An Island Excursion at Eighteen

There are hills that kiss that sunset line

sky as blue as seawater.

My breath leaves my lungs at the sight,

But the smell of mango trees revives it again.

We smash open jelly coconuts

Watch the white pulp stain our faces

Let the sun turn our skin darker brown

The man by the side of the road sells the sweets of the Earth for a living

The woman beside him bargains the price for braided tops

Red Stripe flows like Dunns River

My mother, my aunt;

Dance like the days when they were young girls

This is the place I call

Motherland.

 

 

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Briana is a college student and proud first generation Jamaican-American. Her love of her heritage and culture, inspire her poems. She has previously published poems on Brainwash Digital and in her university newspaper, The 67th Street Scribe. Find more of her work on her website.