Sometimes she becomes two.
Sometimes she's more than just a hue.
Sometimes, when we're lazy we call her yellow,
golden yellow
but she knows her true name.
On our flag, she's bright and shiny,
a true representation of our beauty,
a symbol of the sunlight you can only get here.
She's a soft cutie, pliable with a lustrous sheen,
melted into bars, she becomes the symbol of wealth
but for us, our wealth is our heritage
and so she becomes a reminder of our duty;
to strongly declare and believe
that while this place we might leave,
the memories will always be.
Etched onto our hearts is
Out of many, One people.
A motto we shout with glee.
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HAPPY MAY!! May this month bring great joy and blessings for all of us!
~ Have you ever been to the sea side?
I have and I recommend that when all this over, you book a flight to the Caribbean !
Come visit Jamaica!
and the many other Caribbean countries!
Stay positive,
D.O.
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