Palm trees swayed, my heart still spun,

Marina whispers, chasing the sun.

Dad’s calloused hands, they gripped the wheel,

Taught me the grind, the hustle, the real.

Salt in the breeze, it kissed my skin,

Echoes of who I was within.

A teenage tide, caught in between,

The girl I was, the woman unseen.

Marina dreams, where the waters gleam,

Life’s not easy, but it’s a team.

Through rough tides, we learned to scheme,

Building bridges on the Miami stream.

Rough days rolled in, my soul would crack,

But Dad said, “Girl, you gotta fight back.”

The boat rocked steady, the anchor sank,

Life lessons scribbled on an ocean bank.

Sweat dripped down like summer rain,

Hard work dulled that teenage pain.

Steel drum hum, nights grew slow,

Miami lights taught me how to glow.

Work and waves, they shaped my core,

Beneath the stars, I craved for more.