Island Poem by SHEMAR ROY

I come from a place where islands roar Where palm tree walk through the land. Where coconuts command the land, like army soldiers
I am from a place where the sky thinks more in the night,
The melodies take over like earthquakes
I am from the lanes royalty, with me as prince
Commanding headquarters once I take the thrown
I am from blue waters, basking in pink and white sands
I am from pots of stew peas …and ackee and salt fish
Bathing in wondrous flavors
Every bite tastes like heaven
I am the wonderful land of Jamaica
Full of happy people, not haters