jamaica for what it is
my fathers voice, my aunties words, my little cousins laughters , bloodties
zinc rooftops humming under heat
stories braided into my bloodstream
peeling paint and bare feet in the streets
colours still louder than the struggle
pride and beauty , sweat and values in it all
reggae in the air like the pulse of people
a love letter to roots, resilience, and the rhythm of a place that nurtured ancestors
through my eyes
half of who i am
jamaica 25’
