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Guyana

Georgetown Guyana, Sunday morning
the market is bustling with people voices
buying vegetables and other food items
a variety of different brands and choices

as the sun shines in the sky
behind the white clouds, it glows
and across the land below
the cool tropical breeze blows

a beautiful girl walks up the front steps
and put her basket on the table
she walks over to the sink 
and opens the kitchen windows

she puts up a pot of rice to boil 
and she sits in the gallery shelling peas
the radios playing songs of the Tradewinds
She feels proud to be a Guyanese

She’s cooking stew chicken for lunch today
With curry green peas and white rice
and she’s making homemade orange juice
in a glass jug with blocks of ice

and then after she will walk to the beach
she loves to feel the water under her feet
And everything about her is so cool
even when she's in the heat

Sometimes she’s would sit on the sand
and just gets lost in her own little world
She’s the kind of a beauty you think of
whenever great romantic stories are been told

She loves the country of her heritage
today she saw on the news they discover oil
Guyana already have bauxite and gold 
she hopes that now peace and prosperity come to Guyana as soil

the Kaieteur Falls is the world's largest 
single-drop waterfall by volume.
she remembers going there last month
as she starts to sweeps the bedroom

after she graduates from her study's
she will pursue her future plans
she wants to make a change in her country
and bring prosperity and equality to her land

She knows the famous singer Terry Gajraj
he is the Bob Marley of chutney
And she met the very beautiful princess Anisha
One of the best singers in the world from her country

princess Anisha looks like a supermodel
the ones you see in the magazine's page
She represents everything beautiful of Guyana
when she’s performing up on stage

She likes to go and watch cricket 
at the demerara cricket park
then she buys her favorite ice cream
and walks home before it gets dark

she comes out the shower dry’s her hair
and gets on her bed and close her eyes
and outside there's a full yellow moon 
high up above in the Guyanese sky's

And walking around somewhere
Is the luckiest man in the world?
And that person will be whose ever
Gets the heart of this Guyanese girl

I don’t think I have a chance with her
So, I won’t even bother to try
So, I will just write this poem
and quietly end it and say goodbye
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