You Are So Beautiful To Me

I walk down the street.

Men say:

“I like dah ras!”

“I love your hair.”

“Princess”

“Empress”

“Beautiful!”

“Blah. Blah. Blah. So, why don’t you get your husband to help you with that hand? What?! No husband? I cyan believe nobody ain’t teef you yet!”

“Will you marry me?”

Women say:

“I love your lipstick.”

“I love your dress!”

“You look very good today.”

“I love those shoes.”

“Girl, why don’t you have a man?”

All very charming. Very polite. In almost eighteen months of living here, I have not had one disrespectful incident walking the streets, and it has done wonders… sheer wonders for my sense of my own physical beauty.

It’s as though, I spent my whole life believing this lie; and now, I’ve been put in a place where men and women stare at me in the street. Both tell me I’m beautiful. At least once a day I hear it.

I think Trinidad is beautiful. I think it’s people are beautiful.

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