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While Flying To Belize

While flying to Belize I sat with ease Knowing I held keys To enjoy the land of my birth But while flying to Belize I said, jeez! I'm the only black face On this huge Delta flight Yet, I choose to be pleased Instead of being pissed For such sight, my ancestors missed When here and there they were dismissed From such God given rights... To sit, to stand wherever they choose Instead, they suffered abuse As if darkness gave no birth to light But what fresh insight... Belizean poets also hold keys to unlock what's right And that, my friend, holds might. *

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Bill Yates

Date: 1/21/2015 4:58:00 PM

I tried to drive across into Belize from Mexico, but was not familiar with the need for bribes, so I was turned back. That was in 1970. After I turned around, the Mexicans evidently wanted a bribe to let me back in. Finally they gave me a three day visa. I said to hell with it, and drove straight through to the US. Never been back.

Bill Yates
Date: 1/22/2015 12:33:00 PM

The Cayes do sound wonderful!

Iris E. S-Lewis
Date: 1/22/2015 10:10:00 AM

Bill, That was no good hospitality. Never give up, or try cruising to Belize. In 1981 when I lived in California, I went home by bus adventure; it took four days, I took four bus, and lost four pounds. Downtown L.A. to Tijuana, then to Mexico City, then to Chetumal, and on to Santa Elena bordering Belize with Mexico. I flew back to L.A. because I had had enough of the back roads; though seeing the countryside was not so bad an escape from the norm in the States. I wish you fun at the Cayes in Belize.