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GUESS WHO’S COMING…
(Apropos My Island Home..)
The sun slowly sunk
its exhausted reddish-orange
head into the waiting sea’s
soothing sky blue bosom.
Excited white mane waves
splashed upon the waiting shore;
leaving the froth of their tears dissipating
in stilled sand soaked with haunting memories
of the disembarkation of stinking slave ships.
At the entrance gate of the sea wall,
a newly painted sign read: Guest Only.
Sighting my ebony epidermal hue,
red coral eyes of a bleeding conscience
painfully motioned me to move on:
Pity, you can’t be a guest
in your own yard.
