I Am Caribbean

Updated: Jul 12

I am many shades of colors:

Olive, white, peach, espresso.

I came from faraway lands, across oceans,

Traveling in ships, chained or free.

I've lived here for thousands of years;

My people crossed the Bering Strait before settling...

I ran from persecution, from execution,

Escaped famine and poverty.

Built homes, scattered seeds, watched them grow.

I fought many battles, some lost, few won.

I've spoken many languages,

And served many gods.

My flesh is stained with flags from many countries.

My blood has been poured, my blood has been cleansed.

I am pure. I am whole.

I am strong and weak, wise and dumb.

I am an alien. My name is ancient.

I am grandmother, grandfather.

Mother, father, son, and daughter.

Family is born, lives, and dies,

But eternity endures in my people's sacrifices.

Who am I, you ask?

I am… America’s firstborn,

A blend of Spanish, African, French, English, Italian…

I am Caribbean.

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