Cut me and I bleed Barbadian. I am the salt of the sea, son of the soil. Proud, spiritually rooted. Like those before me, like those who raised me. Thoughtful, generous, with hearts as wide as the ocean. Like my island, I’ve learned to stand alone. An island soul with my flag draped around my shoulders like a cape of memory stitched with stories. When I rise, even Batman’s cape can’t catch the wind I ride. And when the trials come, Superman’s steel has nothing on the steel of my resolve. This unbreakable spirit born of my island and my journey is who I am.
The sweet pulse of SOA music travels through the breeze. The scent of flying fish curling through alleyways and sweethearts irresistible is my thought. And oh the rum, golden, bold, softened by grapefruits kiss from the land where citrus dreams began. Independent since 1966. Barbados and me. Free to choose. Free to dream. free to carve my name into the coral stone of legacy. Come, hold my hand, walk with me, feel the rhythm in the sand, taste the memories in the air. Walk with me and enjoy my journey the Barbadian way.
Enjoy my journey.