#islandlife - Hello Poetry

The embers of a dying fire can still hold warmth can still provide light a sign of health a sign of wellness the tide pools at the shoreline provide life provide food a sign of health a sign of wellness the promise that the universe will raise you as her own, is a promise to all those of past, present and future the cycles of life and death will always be present the changing of this promise will never be doubted, but it will be taken advatage of, be appreciated and be used however we decide. a sign of health a sign of wellness for all those of past, present and future

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Dec 5, 2019

Dec 5, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC

vierra

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The embers of a dying fire can still hold warmth can still provide light a sign of health a sign of wellness the tide pools at the shoreline provide life provide food a sign of health a sign of wellness the promise that the universe will raise you as her own, is a promise to all those of past, present and future the cycles of life and death will always be present the changing of this promise will never be doubted, but it will be taken advatage of, be appreciated and be used however we decide. a sign of health a sign of wellness for all those of past, present and future

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There's a hint of melancholy left in my breath, a hint of cold in the summer It's staples of nourishment that has lighted pathways to salvation, lighted pathways to safety and a distance from chaos places like this on the horizon and a day's sail further exist in a iridescent dream in my recollection Islands of landmass proportions that rival the wonder of planetary revelations and celestial events that streak through the sky, float among the ocean currents along side the ring of fire The children of the Pacific remember these fiya skies and praise those little portions of stardust lingering on the breeze that create it. The saline air collects in my lungs beautiful coastlines with saltwater clouds 100 meters above the cliffs are home to those that ride on air gusts they nest with their young hidden in caves a ways above the pristine and rugged rock face the sun hits them quietly to warm and she leaves them the cooler at dusk on the ridge Children of the Pacific all know this to be truth, we established this fact through generations of life It is how we ensure our survival as a people, It is community collected lessons that we feed on and digest daily, to share this with the world is our privilege and responsibility, one that we take seriously...

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Jun 20, 2019

Jun 20, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC

vierra

The Pacific

There's a hint of melancholy left in my breath, a hint of cold in the summer It's staples of nourishment that has lighted pathways to salvation, lighted pathways to safety and a distance from chaos places like this on the horizon and a day's sail further exist in a iridescent dream in my recollection Islands of landmass proportions that rival the wonder of planetary revelations and celestial events that streak through the sky, float among the ocean currents along side the ring of fire The children of the Pacific remember these fiya skies and praise those little portions of stardust lingering on the breeze that create it. The saline air collects in my lungs beautiful coastlines with saltwater clouds 100 meters above the cliffs are home to those that ride on air gusts they nest with their young hidden in caves a ways above the pristine and rugged rock face the sun hits them quietly to warm and she leaves them the cooler at dusk on the ridge Children of the Pacific all know this to be truth, we established this fact through generations of life It is how we ensure our survival as a people, It is community collected lessons that we feed on and digest daily, to share this with the world is our privilege and responsibility, one that we take seriously...

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My heart breaks every spring break It breaks for kids like me who watch as others visit their home countries While we cannot leave the USA We have to sit and watch people butcher bachata Watch how they're hips refuse to accept something other than Taylor swift We listen when they come back with stories of how they thought our food was too different and not “Mexican” enough as if all Latin America is Mexico We hear the laughs they make at our cousins back home for just being themselves My heart cannot handle the privilege they wear on their sleeves when they come back Knowing I might never see my own island How I am thought it is ***** and dangerous A place where girls should not be left alone While they get the clean streets, they get to avoid the gangs How they assault our girls Don't tell me to just save my money and go next year It is not that simple We don't stay in your resorts We live en el capital y los campos nunca los hoteles y la vida blanco Aka the places you never set foot You go to my island You buy bracelets de mi bandera You try to live my roots But complain when I dare show pride for my people The hypocrisy breaks my heart It's blood pours onto my all American soil Is my island nice? Tell me do the trees sway as if they are dancing to Anthony Santos? Do the branches act as the leading man guiding the leaves to swing their stems to beat? Does the Dominican anthem ring in the hearts of the people A pride that is new and vibrant radiating off their faces How they have clear all their schedules to make sure you see the highlights of our land When you eat do you feel as though each bite was made with the love of thousand of abuelas? Can you envision the hours she spends over a hot gas stove stirring los habichuelas y arroz Using what little food they have left over to feed you over their own blood? Tell me does my island make you proud? It makes my heart filled with joy To know my people did something right that you would walk the same land as slaves That somehow we got enough pride to make sure you had a good time that you were safe that you can have whatever you wanted On my island Tell me, what left is there to complain about? Mi isla es mi corazón, mi sueño, es mi vida Pero to you it is just another week out the calendar My heart will break every march Because when you come back you complain how in the Dominican Republic no one spoke to you in English And I worry, how you think when Dominicans come here we should speak English But when you come to our home you don't want us to speak our language Your hypocrisy hurts My island does all it can to make you happy But you are never pleased What more can we do You take pieces of us and use them in your portrait of appropriation You take our pride and use it as joke My heart breaks For the children like me Never seeing their land Except on Instagram in the middle of march

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May 2, 2017

May 2, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC

leethebee

Orgulloso

My heart breaks every spring break It breaks for kids like me who watch as others visit their home countries While we cannot leave the USA We have to sit and watch people butcher bachata Watch how they're hips refuse to accept something other than Taylor swift We listen when they come back with stories of how they thought our food was too different and not “Mexican” enough as if all Latin America is Mexico We hear the laughs they make at our cousins back home for just being themselves My heart cannot handle the privilege they wear on their sleeves when they come back Knowing I might never see my own island How I am thought it is ***** and dangerous A place where girls should not be left alone While they get the clean streets, they get to avoid the gangs How they assault our girls Don't tell me to just save my money and go next year It is not that simple We don't stay in your resorts We live en el capital y los campos nunca los hoteles y la vida blanco Aka the places you never set foot You go to my island You buy bracelets de mi bandera You try to live my roots But complain when I dare show pride for my people The hypocrisy breaks my heart It's blood pours onto my all American soil Is my island nice? Tell me do the trees sway as if they are dancing to Anthony Santos? Do the branches act as the leading man guiding the leaves to swing their stems to beat? Does the Dominican anthem ring in the hearts of the people A pride that is new and vibrant radiating off their faces How they have clear all their schedules to make sure you see the highlights of our land When you eat do you feel as though each bite was made with the love of thousand of abuelas? Can you envision the hours she spends over a hot gas stove stirring los habichuelas y arroz Using what little food they have left over to feed you over their own blood? Tell me does my island make you proud? It makes my heart filled with joy To know my people did something right that you would walk the same land as slaves That somehow we got enough pride to make sure you had a good time that you were safe that you can have whatever you wanted On my island Tell me, what left is there to complain about? Mi isla es mi corazón, mi sueño, es mi vida Pero to you it is just another week out the calendar My heart will break every march Because when you come back you complain how in the Dominican Republic no one spoke to you in English And I worry, how you think when Dominicans come here we should speak English But when you come to our home you don't want us to speak our language Your hypocrisy hurts My island does all it can to make you happy But you are never pleased What more can we do You take pieces of us and use them in your portrait of appropriation You take our pride and use it as joke My heart breaks For the children like me Never seeing their land Except on Instagram in the middle of march

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Oh world! With you I sit Slaves of what, time constrains Oh world! With you I laugh While magic happens life begins Through dancing leaves and cheeky smile As life itself shines in our eyes The cost of pain lies lost in time With beauty as its queen While songs we sing warm up our heart With the wind the sound of my tears gather Through time each drop resound Building memories imposed by choices, life ejects. Stuck between the wants and have Time itself strangles the freedom we thought we had!

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC

lauvalentino

Time as a belt

Oh world! With you I sit Slaves of what, time constrains Oh world! With you I laugh While magic happens life begins Through dancing leaves and cheeky smile As life itself shines in our eyes The cost of pain lies lost in time With beauty as its queen While songs we sing warm up our heart With the wind the sound of my tears gather Through time each drop resound Building memories imposed by choices, life ejects. Stuck between the wants and have Time itself strangles the freedom we thought we had!

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Pick up spliff Grind it spliff Roll it spliff Light it spliff Smoke it spliff I love spliff

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC

reggae-mon-offishal

Spliff

Pick up spliff Grind it spliff Roll it spliff Light it spliff Smoke it spliff I love spliff

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