Made It Hot Like Jamaican Food
I have to show love where I came from: in sensory style.
In fragrant wafts, the fire's warm embrace,
A symphony of scents, Jamaican grace.
Sweet tendrils from the jerk pon de grill,
Entwine the senses, heart and mind to thrill.
The crimson sun ignites the sugarcane,
A golden nectar, pure and unprofane.
The cooling splash, a river's riddim's hymn,
Quenched by the vibrant fruits that brim.
Rough texture of the yam, the roots, the earth,
Contrasting with the succulence of mirth.
The callaloo, a dance of leaf and stem,
Each bite a journey to a sacred realm.
A symphony of flavors, tongue's delight,
From peppery stews to honeyed cocoa's night.
The piquant jerk, the silky curried goat,
A harmony of tastes, each note to note.
As hands embrace the hearty dumpling's form,
The heartbeats sync, a moment's love reborn.
In every morsel, hear the island's song,
A timeless riddim, where we all belong.
A feast of senses, life's sweet carousel,
Jamaican food, a story to retell.
Embrace the flavors, let your spirit soar,
And find, within your heart, a home once more.
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Brandon O'Sullivan
Brandon O’Sullivan, a music fan, producer, and philanthropist, wants to give back. That’s value. Now, he wants to spend every moment we have as music fans simply giving it back to you.
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Glad to see you embracing your roots. A very well written poem. I second the notion.