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“What happen to the Caribbean?”
I feel cheerless, amongst the diverse culture,
I once felt proud of, now it seems, that place,
Do not honor who I am: Some say we are Native Americans
Yet, I feel somewhat withdrawn, among the Asians,
Amongst the Caucasians, Africans, and Indians:
My hair is different, I am told its magnificent,
Even when I chop it off, to please mankind
To be included, with those who are bored
With themselves, care less about themselves,
Careless of who I am:
“What happened to the Caribbean?”
My features seems somewhat, like tinge dark-brown,
“That I am!” I do not speak bilingual
I do not speak in tongues, yet, I am told,
I am a part of a culture, that I should feel proud of,
“Oh, that I am!” I am told, I am biracial,
That I am an African, that I am half Indian, not a Mexican!
“What happen to the Caribbean?” That seems distressed,
Unbalanced, amongst the great masses, that was once known,
As the most beautiful, lustrous, and richest Island.
Empress Journee