Blindness

 

Watching Hyori’s Bed & Breakfast

Makes me dream of Grenada

The old Grenada of my childhood;

Salt-blasts over the cliffside

Cheese and tomato sandwhiches

With warm lemonade for lunch

A Bentley for the children, G&T 

For the adults waiting for dinner

To be served at Ross Point Inn.

I love those memories, for they

Are filled with a child's innocence.

Yet, they were colonial times, and

As such, seeped with disparity, 

Despair and a long legacy of 

Denying others their born rights.

Only we, as whites, could live 

Without the concerns of others.