Tribute to Dominica part 2

 The Cabrits of my nose, there is much in my  history, I should be where all the ships meet, there is so much I want to tell you, show you, hold you in the serenity of my embrace, surround you in my lush green mountains, and deep you in my seas. I have richness in my heritage, a dialect in my speech, an interest in my stories, a delicacy in my dish, my inspiring background and values I would like to teach. I have vibrancy in my dance, the belle and the Jing ping, a uniqueness and authencity in every song that I sing. I am Nature Isle, top in the Caribbean. I am Dominica, Nature Isle of the Caribbean.

Written By Laurna Guiste

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I want a love that is…

I want a love that is so deep, that you tip toe around while sleep walking cause you don’t wanna get out of the dream that you’re dreaming, because you’re dreaming of that person. I want a love that got your heart racing, eyes glowing, chicks hurting of smiling and, you can’t hear nothing cause you’re lost daydreaming. I want a love that as you wake up in the morning they are the first one on your mind, send them a text and, see how their day is going ,ending, and to find out what they’re thinking and if their thinking of you.

 I want a love that is better than my favourite meal, a love that is inspiring, more than just what I feel, something that is real, no time for games  and, a love that got me so hyped that I’m ill. I want a love that is, deeper than a friendship, but it’s got passion, desire, sort of a friendship on fire. I want a love that got me soaring believing I can fly, a love that I would walk miles for, the love that I’m praying for, is everlasting, certain, beyond sure. I want a love that is stronger than that of Romeo and Juliet, like the love of Christ one you won’t regret.

 

Written by Laurna Guiste

 

Tribute to Dominica part 1

Natural, hair comb back in castor oil, cekac, bananas, and coconut, all that wrap up in, my roots, They call me Watukubuli, as the caribs boast of my body, I am tall, but my hips spread wide, as I hold Massacre and Castle Bruce to my side, no I won’t sit back I will arise, for I am 35, Independent, no time for non-sense, woman am I. But so many have taken me for a ride, alas, as I strive to be free, I feel bound by mental slavery, setbacks in my personal development, so much I want to see, done in me. I am so beautiful, doesn’t the world see, with my eyes of beauty, so much beauty and splendor, my water cascading to endless shores’ I am Nature Isle, top in the Caribbean. I am Dominica, Nature Isle of the Caribbean.

Cries of a good Woman

Cries of a good woman.. He walked IN and broke my heart just like that; he spat and mocked me with his lies and cheating. He been miss behaving and he broke my heart when he told me that, walked in and broke my heart, said he wasn’t attracted to me anymore, couldn’t stand my nagging so he went out for something more, he doesn’t eat my food, ask me if am ok, dark clouds have surrounded our vows,, s…ince he walked through that door, and said he didn’t love me anymore. Though I’ve tried God knows I do, to act and do what he likes, but we still fight, tell me how do you hold on to something that’s falling apart? How do you forgive one who keeps breaking your heart? Tell me, how do you restore something that’s no more, shattered pieces of a happy couple now on the floor, tell me? HOW do you be a good wife to one who wants to ruin your life, treat you badly and act like its ok to be that way. Unhappy, depressed, feeling down, cant keep anything down, how do you get back to that place where you first met, kissed and cuddled lying in each other’s arms with no regrets? How does a good woman act in these situations when everything turns bad?

Written by Laurna Guiste