Grace Nichols - Price We Pay for the Sun lyrics

These islands not picture postcards for unravelling tourist you know these islands real more real than flesh and blood past stone past foam these islands split bone my mother's breasts like sleeping volcanoes who know what kinda sulph-furious cancer tricking her below while the wind constantly whipping my father's tears to salty hurricanes and my grandmother's croon sifting sand water mirroring palm Poverty is the price we pay for the sun girl run come