by Etan Thomas

I've discovered my heritage

My great grandmother from Grenada

My great grandfather from St. Croix

I have spice running through my veins

Like a dread in Babylon

Placed upon my head like an African crown

I stand as proud as a king

A warrior

Basking on the beaches of the West Indies

After the morning gathers the rainbows

The shores are dripping wet with beauty

The sun descending as the night rose

Lingering aromas of tranquility

I can smell your scent with my eyes closed

The moon's reflection on the waters of the night

As everything is always irie in my Caribbean paradise

The love of my land is as solid as a rock.

Photo: Concord Falls on the island of Grenada