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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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Copyright © Iris E. Sankey- Lewis | Year Posted 2014

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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. Login to Reply Bill Yates Date: 1/22/2015 12:33:00 PM The Cayes do sound wonderful! Iris E. Sankey- 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.