Underneath my pale skin-
below this white concealment
the spirit of;
this is the Caribbean echo of my being;
The blood which flows-
The darker skins that preceded me.
The caramel flesh my daughters possess; the tangled hair that sits on their head
a mixed tone of inclusion;
Identify my Afro-Caribbean-Indian-European mix.
pounding out the tears,
of the island’s sing-song melody.
Composed with time;
two worlds collide;
to produce the American in me.