A night in the Caribbean

A NIGHT IN THE CARIBBEAN
It’s a Friday Night and all the islands come together for a celebration, a celebration for life and unity. The Haitian girl holds the broom and sweeps the dirt off the land, while the little girl from Belize sits on the sand waiting for the music to play so she can dance, but the crazy Trinidadian man daces around to the soca beat constantly playing in his head. The Trinidadian man has a Jamaican best friend who needs his mouth washed out with soap on a daily basis. Along by his side is another Jamaican man who comes with three Jamaican Queens to the celebration. One of the ladies slaves in the kitchen cooking a meal for the island to eat. The other Jamaican lady represents the mother of the island as she puts all the little kids in their places. Finally the last Jamaican lady holds the title of “Dance Hall Queen” as she entertains the island with her angelic moves. They all stand behind this one Jamaican man with the powerful voice because when he speaks silence is in the air and all you can hear is the sound of the ocean along with his words.
In the far corner stands a man from Honduras dressed and ready to play soccer because the Africans want competition, but the Africans are around to remind us of where we originated from. Then again I know a Dominican man that would argue different. Then comes along the American girl lost at sea with the thick hair she can’t control.
Everyone then turns their heads as the Antiguan girl places her footprints on the sand as she blocks the sun light with her wild hair. She then begins to argue with the Antiguan man who she is destined to kill. Last but not least is the Trinidadian girl with the pink fashionable hairnet who is destined to rule the land with the Antiguan husband cooking fritters by her side.