The following poem was written from a beach chair while on my honeymoon in Cuba. I couldn’t get over the incredible contrasts I noticed throughout the country, and attempted to write something that would accurately capture what I experienced during our week on this unique Caribbean island.

A seaside resort,
a plethora of hospitality,
a hundred people basking in warmth
under shaded huts and palm trees.

A decrepit shack,
a street of gates,
an aging horse tied to a fence
frantically trying to find a meal.

A smiling server,
a wealth of tips,
a hundred staff catering to the
rich tourists’ every whim.

A military uniform,
a limbless beggar,
a fading population of heart-
hardened Cubans trying to survive.

This is a country of contrasts.
Of those who come to escape,
and those who long to run away.

It is a country of wealth,
of poverty,
of communist ideals mixed with
sea, sun and endless struggle.

A rich man,
a poor man,
an endless surge of people
longing for something better
than what they have today.


About Amanda Hope

Communications professional. Book lover. History nerd. Runner. Tea drinker. Musician. Proud 'Pegger.
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