The Sweetest B**ch I Know
by Charles
Sun rays shoot through open windows
Somewhere in the distance the waking rooster screams
A sweet tropical breeze shoots through the air
Waking her people from islander dreams
Heat waves rise from asphalt streets
Wondering if her beauty is just a mirage
Touching her flowers and learning it's not
Simple lives carried on simpler means
She does not care about the car you drive
Or whose name you have on your underwear
Nor about the money you make each year
Her life gives life to lives
She's surrounded on all sides by the sweetest blue
Her caves and cliffs each tell a story
Her dense jungle encloses secrets hidden
A million sunsets of different hues
Now with her people driven mad by her beauty
Take to strong drink to past the time
Inhaling poison to sustain their minds
Inhibit volatile actions unruly
How proud they are and now they were
How knowledge reveals simple minds
How criminal hides in many hearts
Her ways of old left unrefined
Her breeze now blows a little less cooler
Her trees no longer a luscious green
Her water no longer the sweetest blue
Her truest of beauties are left unseen
Do not despair for in each heart
Lies an aging bittersweet dream
That carries us through our fledgling time
In stranger worlds in which we become part
Still her radiant beauty glows
In the hearts and minds of those who know
That their love for her will never fade
Displayed her secrets before unknown
Always, always, always
Islan Guahan
Onra yan Gloria
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