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Mia Pratt Poem
Depression is a great white shark
who navigates the green sea of my emotions
ravaging parts of my aching heart
with his teeth absorbed in bitterness and loneliness
leaving behind shipwrecks of life struggles
and broken relationships in his wake
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Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who pledges loyalty
to put Bahama land from the time
she was conceived out of the womb
Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who sheds the blood
of gold, black and aquamarine
straight from her veins
as she wakes up each morning
to the pulsing beat of Goombay drums
and cowbell singing in her ears
Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who is a true cultural icon
always clothed in either Androsia Print
a costume of cardboard and crepe paper
or gold, black and aquamarine attire
from head to toe
Miss Bahamian Culture
a woman who is a pure nationalist
who always remember where her navel string was buried
in her place of birth and tropical sanctuary
regardless of where she travels in the world
whether it be in Miami, Cuba, Japan or Vancouver
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The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
the apple in eyes of the Caribbean
the place of my birth
like the planet Saturn camouflaged
in sun, sand and sea!
The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
the archipelago we all love
from Grand Bahama,
Abaco, Exuma to Inagua
a sanctuary where summer vacations
and island hopping are endless!
There is an abundance of activity
for Bahamians and tourists can all enjoy
Junkanoo, Goombay Fest and Pineapple Fest
buying Androsia Print
and scuba diving in The Dean's Blue Hole!
The Bahama Islands, our tropical paradise
I'm very proud to be a loyal Bahamian
with your balmy coconut trees
and your tropical white sandy beaches
you are God's gift to the tourism industry!
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Love is like a tropical island
It is found in every direction you look
North, south, east and west on the map
where it sits very patiently
surrounded by calm seas
if not found there would be no paradise
Love is like a tropical island
for which its suitors search for its gold
within its golden sand, if it's not found
the island's volcanoes will erupt
and there would be no paradise
Love is like a tropical island
Where its suitors convey knowledge
Of every cardinal point, ocean depth
And trade winds all over the island
If they aren't able to locate
Its golden treasure
There would be no paradise
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My ribcage is like a conch shell
where you can press your ear
against my narrow chest
where the music of the ocean tides
meet the songs of the mermaids
flowing and circulating
through my heart made of ocean water
and my breastplate made of coral reefs
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Her soul belongs to the summer
the solar flare of the sun
melting the chambers of her golden heart
She can feel the crash of turquoise ocean waves
dancing in her veins with her cells catching
the "big one" on their microscopic surfboards
and the sounds and lyrics of summer tunes
constantly flashing in her mind like lightning
no matter how many times she tried
distancing herself away it is finally safe to conclude
that she has officially lost her soul
to the season of summer
and there is no where for her to turn back
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I am
a believer in the gospel of Jesus Christ
a redeemed child of The King
an enthusiast of end time prophecies
a patriotic Bahamian
a lover of Rake and Scrape, Junkanoo, Goombay and Calypso
a September baby
a beach lover
an ocean lover
a nature addict
an environmentalist
a lover of coconuts
a tour guide
a time traveler
a sports fan
a poetess
a storyteller
a nature photographer
a comedian
an innovator
a philosopher
an artistic genius
and a tourism enthusiast
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Fun in the sun
found freedom
alone
in an amazing
life at the beach
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Every night
I sat up waiting
and waiting
for you to
sweep me up
from off my feet
instead you
would always
vanish away
into the shadows
from which you came from
without a trace
never leaving behind
your footprints
or a letter written to me
telling me
that you were here
Copyright © Mia Pratt | Year Posted 2023
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Memories of my childhood
are Polaroids of nostalgic cards
instant colored snapshots of my every action
from the day of my birth to the day I took my first steps
from the day I first started school to the day I learnt to ride a bike
I believed my childhood days would always be unfathomable
the most colossal deception about life living
that’s the problem I have with Polaroids
Birthday number eighteen
was the most unfavorable day of my puerile life
the once flashy, picturesque Polaroids of my childhood
slowly vanished into the dark and foggy stockade of heartbreak
before my very black eyes, while drizzling
unsweetened tears of a cheerless adulthood
that’s the problem I have with Polaroids
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