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Trinidad, a slow reminiscing

Can you hear my voice?

Little, startled, from Charlotte to Abercrombie,

from Broadway you can see my asymmetry,

shanty to treasury.

Beaten down, asphalt skin.

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This is not a juxtaposition of life but a chronology of history,

and my God, there is so much history.

My voice recently resembles

a muffled airport where all the planes veer right

and never take off.

Nothing ever takes off.

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Everyone dances my street but no-one listens for me,

Soca and dancehall mid-Febuary.

late September I flood with history,

there’s so much history.

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Water rises, murky, cleansing,

trying to reclaim what once was.

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Port-Of-Spain,

a slow reminiscing,

Adriel Jamil is a 22 year old writer from Trinidad & Tobago.

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