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I come from a sizzling pavement,

The steps hot on my bare feet – who cares for shoes?

I come from the emerald sea, the powdered sand

With the sun on my skin- all year round

There’s tourists. There’s locals. There’s Kirky.

There’s Seymour’s Jerk Chicken, Yoshi’s Sushi with friends and Brick House on Sunday’s with family

There’s Rum Point. There’s Camana Bay. There’s Pedro’s Cliff Jumping. 

I come from a place where chickens and iguanas roam free

And stingrays are forever available for seven years of luck

It’s island time, all of the time-

With plantain, rice and beans and curry chicken

With sunscreen, tanning oil and sunburn

I come from love,

Of a mother whose full of compassion and never stops

Of a father who understands and always laughs 

Of brothers for bickering and then needing desperately

I come from friendships only made after years of being inseparable,

Of laughter, of dancing

Where the rhythm is felt and the patwa is spoken

Ya kno wha mi fi mean bredrin?

I come from Grand Cayman, always.