Can someone tell me why my friend had to die?
Just 14 and I have to watch his mother's eyes run dry
My friend wanted to be the fastest track star
Only God knows how much more I miss him as each day goes by
When the sun goes down, my heart beats faster
The fear in my eyes now permanent as the gunshots come closer as I walk by
Such beauty in my country but the ugliness is always near by
You tell me to sit still and make learning my priority
The window shakes and our screams get louder and louder
Our books fall off our tables as our education is left behind just for a while
I'm just 14 but I've seen so many around me die
Dead bodies have become the norm and it no longer makes me cry
This is the reality on my sweet little island
They tell me to make my future my priority
But is there a promise of even a tomorrow?
The gunshots increase and I see my teacher calling out for us to leave
Four bodies on the ground, lifeless with no soul
Promises of bright futures now buried and I hear my teacher say gone too soon
Will a change ever come?
A day passes and we forget about it just a little bit
A next day comes and once again we hear about the guns
Plans are made in offices about what can be done
Yet I stand on the street corners and watch men run by with their guns
I'm just 14 but my aunt has already buried four sons
Each and everyone of them taken out by the gun
Police man, gunman they all show the power of the gun
Fear bubbles within me as I'm just a 14-year-old young man
What could my friend have done?
To die innocently at the hands of the gun
- Saccheen Laing
As we lay, quietly
A million stars like tiny eyes looked down at us, curiously
The moon smiled as if to applaud
The beating of our hearts
As our fingers touched
The waves welcomed our presence
Abated in sweet essence
The night creatures stood quietly
The sand smothered
Like silk sheet to our touch
Creatures from the silent deep
Perched to get a sneak peak
But we only lay still
Enjoying the cool breeze
With no intention to indulge
Our hearts heavy with love
As the night owl said hello
We only wanted to engage
On the beach as we laze
In a silent moment
Where our hearts speak
In a warm embrace
- Charmaine Wallace
In your face
As black as I am,
I am proud of my race
Not like some of you who think it's a disgrace.
You willed and defiled yourself pale
Aren't you ashamed?!
When asked the reason for doing this
You say it is to make yourself look 'Kriss'
But Look at This!
For many years
We black people have strived to reach so far in life,
and to be ashamed of your skin,
It's like stabbing us with a knife.
If you being black
Or anyone being black is a shame to you,
and you may try hard to get out your Black trace
No matter what you do,
It will still be in your face.
- Reece Dawson