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Orange fields of belonging..
Acres of sugar cane,
I imagine it removing all my pain.

My arms stretched towards the baby blue skies of Portland
Bob Marley, the family and I.
Packed in our jeep, throwing our troubles into the tranquil sea,
The one I took for granted.

Easy Skanking -- but we drove fast, wishing the day would last.
Thinking what the future of my orchestrated life would be.
If I would look at this day with envy.

I look back at it with animosity,
Wishing that moment could have been stretched to eternity.
Disappointed in myself thinking I didn’t enjoy every fragment of it enough.

Sitting in the back seat squished between my cousin,
And my baby brother not understanding my mother’s strength,
For staying with a man, who treated her like rubbish.
Not able to see, the fairy tale would soon turn into reality.

Easy Skanking --  from reality I drifted.
From pain I didn’t need to be separated, there was not enough to break me.
I cannot throw my troubles into Portland’s sky
And there is no salt water to soothe my growing pains.
Kingston 6 cannot here my cries.

Imitate NY -- do your best…
Please --
& Easy Skanking--