Black lives matter!
Do you hear the sounds?
Sounds of people shouting that their lives matter.
Whose lives matter?
Black lives matter!!
Screams of racial profiling
And hate crimes against us.
We are seen differently. Why is that so?
Is it because our complexion is darker than snow?
We are not targets and by history you should have known. A far back we can go and it will show that we are the victims, not the aggressors.
Why do you hate us? My generation doesn't know, not even the ancestors before us know.
All black men are judged!!
If they don't wear a suit and tie, most of us are not even seen in the public eye.
The rest of us are only heard and spoken of when we die.
Somehow it seems like we are back in Jim Crow's days, when we, as blacks, are hunted as preys. We are no longer slaves,
so why does modern colonialism continue to widen its pace
History has a funny way of repeating itself, somehow it seems like racism is slowly but surely retaking its precedence.
Today in the land of the brave and the home of the free, black lives are cut short on a scale of one too many.
You read it in the paper you see it on the news,
even the land of wood and water is feeling the same blues.
All this senseless killing needs to stop, not just a certain degree. So I say to you, whoever you may be, black lives matter!
- Xavier Frazer
Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce: The Sprint Icon
A diminutive young woman
Beaming bright in the twilight of the night
Unperturbed, fully composed
As she hits the road
For she was the one to beat
In an enthralling contest in the Bird's Nest
A lightning start and she was off the mark
Arms pumping to and fro she was on the go
Racing with the best of the best
With all the skills she possessed
Sprinting with all her might, doing it right
This Monday night
Surging to the front of a star-studded field
As her spirit yield
Leaving all contenders in her wake
A perfect race on a perfect day
This incredible day
Punching the air in victory
And the rest is history
A woman who dares to dream
And lives to live that dream
A heroine in her time and for all time
A sprint icon born Jamaican
- Ferdinand Boyd
Tribute to Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce
On your mark, get set, go!
Neither shy, timid, nor slow.
Launch from the starting block
Like frightened birds in their flocks
Eyeballs almost protruding from their socket
Is our own speedy Pocket Rocket.
Those behind her will always try in vain
To come close or even past the already launched plane
From her high school days
She always had her classmates amazed
That one so small in stature
Could command this type of respect and admiration
From both classmates and teacher.
So it came as no surprise that with hard work, discipline, focus and an attitude of do or die
And world appeal and allure
One can then understand why
She has become one of GraceKennedy's ambassadors.
- Errol McKenzie
Tribute to Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce
Entering the gates of Wolmer's Girls
Shelly-Ann was one of the first names I heard
Every year at sports day she toyed with our emotions
Taking her house to numerous victory celebrations
She surprised the world at Olympics time
Soon enough she became our nation's golden girl, in all her shine.
Her personality makes her even more lovable
Fastest out of the blocks she is always unstoppable
Having God at the centre of all she does
She continues to capture the hearts of the world
One gold medal at a time.
Small in body but big in determination
She got our attention and continues to lead us in golden jubilation
Watch her shine
Watch her capture gold each and every time
The label of her humble beginnings
She has evolved into a successful woman
Hair salon and cafÈ she is an amazing entrepreneur
A true role model to our Jamaican girls.
Continue to shine
Doing your best each and every time
Not 1 or 2 but 3 times she holds the world title
A true Jamaican sprint icon.
- Saccheen Laing
It was to be
The showdown of the Championships,
Multiple orgasm on his rÈsumÈ
Leading up to Beijing the American,
Premature the calls
Delayed excitement can cause frustration,
Some say selfish impatience.
Anticipation can lead
To escalated exuberance and PE,
Ask the doctor called Usain Saint Leo,
Who knows about patient steady
Gradually work with four and five play
Then she will get in the mood,
No rush until the time is right.
Some pundits called it early
Gatlin was the man,
In shape and on form,
Was it a cat-and-mouse thing?
Or Premature E versus Delayed E,
She could not wait for the Bird's Nest
To scream and shout the gong,
Months of pent-up emotions
Was about to explode on the track,
If she was not released,
Someone might implode,
So the starter sent them off
And she started to shiver and shake,
Gatlin still looked like the man
Until she started to scream and scratch,
He seemed flustered in the face
It was only part way in the race,
Bolt, like the true Jamaican stallion,
Glide through the tape with a final thrust,
As a nation climaxed together in Half-Way Tree.
- Kenneth Grant
We are naturally sprinters
The world sprint factory is Jamaica
But the sprinters are not
We are sprinters
We are born this way
Some have long legs
Some have short legs
That move with flying speed
With hard work and dedication
We show the world that we are great
No yellow yam
No dasheen make us sprint the way
It's just that we are gifted
This is how we manage the track
We need no dope to manage
- V . O. Ricketts
From the heart of a mother
Your pain is mine though you don't know my name!
We share kindred bonds because we went through 'baby pain'
My tears start flowing as I heard the news,
Another child shot dead by the hand of some crew!
Oh God! Oh God!
I hear you cry,
Why? Oh why did my child have to die?
Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus! You are a Friend
To all of these our little children!
So, why like this their lives had to end?
On you for strength we now have to depend!
Their dreams and aspirations are now gone!
I am burdened with pain as I must go on.
I hear you say in deepest anguish!
Justice and punishment for the perpetrators I wish.
My God! My God! I feel forsaken,
As from my life, your blessing was taken!
Dear God, I pray this simple plea
Grant us comfort and peace as we strive to heal!
"Meet me at the Monument"
Let us pray and reflect
As we plead to God our children to protect!
- Winsome Heron-Fearon