Carnival

My People call it Junkanoo Carnival

Here on this beautiful island

there is no need for directions.

Amidst the scorching sun

Your "yellow brick road" is the loud soca music

with hints of african ancestry, along with

Their costumes

A kaleidoscope of bright colors

Proud pinks and fiery feroscious reds scream for your eyes to see

The glitter and beads shine brighter than the Sun.

Who are these people that disrupt the traffic?

We call them:

The Celebrators of Culture

The Party Goers

The True Island People

People scream, shout and sing

Car horns blare into the night sky.

A symphony of noises is orchestrated by the enigma.

It is here that you can

Shake the way you want

Sing the way you want to

Shout what you want to

You can be you.

The only rule for this carnival

is to have fun.