imageIn my recent travels to Greece, I noticed that there was a lot more than just the city of white . It was mostly the city of love and understanding. I sat in a crowded restaurant and I observed the difference between Jamaicans and Greeks romance.

Sitting facing the bar , in came this tall very muscular man with thick black hair  smiling with his white chalk teeth perfectly accord,  gazing behind him at his gorgeous woman , she waltz in dancing to the music in the restaurant with a jubilant vibration , they held hands and walked straight to the bar . She looked up at him with her piercing blue eyes and it twinkled as she hoists her body up to the tip of her toes to match his height, her long blonde hair flowed behind her touching her buttocks, he held her chin bringing it up to meet his lips and slicked her hair back, She smiled gracing him with a deep passionate kiss. Replicating her emotion I smiled in amusement and blushed . He lifted her up and spun around , both laughing and giggling in unison . I could see they were not afraid to show their love for each other in this metropolitan urban area , and no one there  seemed to care or even bother looking , it was a norm . No judgement of people’s perception of what should be or shouldn’t be but  just pure bliss.

It’s not often you find that kind of love demonstrated or reciprocated , Jamaicans tend to hide their compassion for  the ones they hold dear to them.  Never advertise it in public  I think they believe it reveals a  form of weakness , insecurities of themselves. It was written a long time ago in our culture  they never seemed to maturate from it.

I prefer if I’m with someone I care about it’d be shown out whether in public or in the bedroom. I like to feel owned . Appreciated in any form possible. I am a woman of light , and being florescent I must be seen. For what I am , for what my soul is , the inner me . If you can’t show compassion , you don’t deserve me .