Nassau, The Bahamas

Last night the air
smelled like fish. I loved
how much it reminded me
of the Philippines
warm breeze
through opened window
People strolling
instead of pacing
On my way to the hotel
a glimpse of local
amidst foreign investment
It makes my heart bleed-
colonial legacies, black and white.
But the warm, humid air
also makes my heart sing

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