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Caribbean Queens

Woke up where the cruise ships kiss the sky Great Bay glitterin’ like it’s showin’ off just for I Teen girls laughin’ on the balcony, hair full of trade winds One’s fifteen goin’ on thirty, the other still my baby with no end We traded snow for this forever-summer glow Traded quiet for the hum of scooters down the Front Street road Bouganvillea spillin’ over every wall we pass Two island daughters growin’ wild and free and fast We’re Caribbean queens in flip-flops and cut-off jeans Livin’ on rum punch and teenage dreams From Maho sunset planes to Marigot market days This rock in the ocean taught us a million ways To love a little louder, hold on a little longer Laugh through every storm that tries to make us wander Yeah, we’re four hearts beatin’ on twelve square miles of blue St. Maarten, baby, me and my girls—we’re in love with you School bell rings and it’s French side, Dutch side, somewhere in between Mango smoothies after work, salt still on our skin Friday nights we chase the green flash down at Kim Sha beach Watchin’ those two girls turn into women right in front of me I hang their dreams like lanterns on the rail at Indigo They light up brighter than any sunset this island’ll ever know Sometimes I still cry for Mama and Daddy when the moon is low But these girls pull me back—say “Come on, Mom, let’s go” We’re Caribbean queens in flip-flops and cut-off jeans Dancin’ through the heartache, washin’ it clean From Orient Bay mornings to Red Piano nights We learned how to carry love and still feel light Yeah, grief came knockin’, but we turned up the soca louder Let the trade winds blow the heavy right off our shoulders Four hearts beatin’ on twelve square miles of blue St. Maarten, baby, me and my girls—we’re in love with you This island’s small enough to hurt, big enough to heal Every rainbow after rain feels like a brand-new deal I lost the ones who raised me, but heaven sent me two Little replicas of forever in everything they do So here’s to Caribbean queens in flip-flops and cut-off jeans Growin’ up too fast in the sweetest in-between When the world feels heavy, we just drive out to Mullet Bay Watch the waves crash hard and wash the pain away Mama and Daddy smilin’ down through every shade of blue Sayin’ “Look at our girls, honey—they look just like you” Four hearts beatin’ on twelve square miles of blue St. Maarten, baby… thank you for pullin’ us through