Black Poetry : In Jamaica

Hunter

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In Jamaica [#2 In the trilogy]

In Jamaica...

I can
Sit underneath
A mango tree
Sip on
Passion Fruit
And wait
For some
Fine-***
Barefooted
Dredlocks
Brotha'
To come to me
And unravel
The mystery
Of my plaits

In Jamaica...

I can
Dub and whine
With Shaggy
On the dance floor
Of the Disco
And join that
Long
Strong
Sexy line
Of Dance Hall Queens
That decorate
Their pelvis
With sparkling crowns
Nightly

In Jamaica...

I can
Let the rays
Of mother sun
Come down
And comouflage me
In the shades of
Rainbow-painted black-ness
And let my
Braids blow in the wind
While my nipples
Protrude the barriers
Of skin
When the cool breeze
Of evening
Finally comes

In Jamaica...

I can
Dive
Head-first
Into
The arms
Of the Caribbean Sea
From a pile of
Boiling Rocks
Where water seduces me
And let the
Island waves
Fight over me
And tickle
My bikini-belly
Button

In Jamaica...

I can be
A one night stand
That any given man
Would remember
Forever
And
Sex on the beach
Would be
Orgasmic poetry
When some
Fine ***
Barefooted
Dredlocks
Brotha'
Stumbles
Upon
A mango tree

In Jamaica...

*Hunter*
 

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