Dominica My Love

I've had many early mornings like this. I know I've spoken about my attachment to the past so many times that you would believe that I would have ran out of things to reminisce over by now . This morning I'm missing home like crazy. I'm up doing yet another work related assignment that calls on me to  look for places of interest and things to do in my homeland of  Dominica and as I go through the pictures a certain sadness comes over me.  It's not like I can't go home when  I want to or  that the landscape has changed, in fact I will have to argue that it has gotten even prettier.  As we dig deeper into the gifts that mother nature has afforded us we find even more amazing Eco-sites. But I see my country somewhat like an exceptionally  beautiful woman being  swindled by her pimps. So many men and women compliment her on her beauty,  promise her diamonds in the form of economic stability, they tell her that she has so much untapped potential and then they don't deliver. Maybe she's forgotten that she too can save herself. What does this have to do with the past? Well before I could comprehend the politics of the situation I had an untainted view of my country. I want to be able to see her from that innocent vantage point again. It's like looking at a pretty woman  and thinking gosh she must be so independent, strong, she must have it all.... but later on you find out that behind that veil of beauty lies an insecure harlot ....  Dominica my love what are we doing to you ?