Palm trees sway in the breeze, entranced by the rhythm of drums. Silky black skin summons gods in the moonlight.
Warm sand, bright stars.
Caribbean nights resemble a far removed ancestral home, reminds them of an ocean passage marked with tears and blood.
Anger and Joy, entwined.
Everlasting freedom refuses to be snatched or caged. It thrives in adversity. Transforms hatred into love.
Humble soul, triumphant spirit.
We watch from a distance, bewitched.