Guyana

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