Hola CC peoples!
Today was rough at work. All this nonsense, more *work, struggling to help this young sister step up. Too much the hood in this gial! Poverty drives me insane. It crushes the spirit and corrupts the mind. I don't want to fail her.
I was reading a poem tonight that made me think of Belize and how so much I miss it. (Especially with this cold chill).
Anyway, here's that poem I wanted to share with the CC community. This is how I carry you in my heart:
Though this land is not my own
I will never forget it
For the waters of its ocean
Fresh and delicately warm
Sand on the bottom is whiter than chalk
And the air drunk, like wine
Late sun lays bare,
The rosy limbs of palm trees
And the sun goes down in waves of ether
In such a way that I can't tell
If the day is ending or the world
Or if the secret of secrets
Is within me again.