Ability, Not Disability
Though I am disabled I deserve a chance
A chance to prove my worth,
A chance to work towards my future,
a chance in life to be better.
Don't look on me as dependency and cast me into
a land of poverty.
I don't deny I have a disability,
but I will never beg for pity.
Stop making your stupid fun at me,
treating me as a refugee.
Your action is of a low fate
Of which I won't tolerate.
So come and see my productivity,
then you will know I have ability.
Oh no, I am not helpless, neither am I hopeless.
Don't worry about what I can't do,
I can do even more that you.
Take a keen look and tell me what you think of me,
I am sure you will see I am of a high degree.
A name is a powerful thing,
With Trump, "Trump Card" comes to mind, Triumphant, Trumpet
a calling to oneself, one likely to say "I am a Winner" not a Winnie
lizards are usually squashed here in Jamaica, so a name carries a lot of weight
and could determine your destiny........
Trump love him or leave him
could be classified
as the quintessential "Dennis the Menace" of American culture
at the same time toppling "the apple cart" "upsetting" but being every much
"the apple cart"
on one hand the "brashy" young kid on the block as well as the
stubborn grandfather Mr. Wilson
You'll have to blame the creators of the cartoons
for this paradox and thus the consequent media play he receives
for endearing him one way or another or plain simple
strengthening the icon/superiority of the white, blond male
whichever neighbourhoods he lands in
So don't rush me or punish me for puttin' in what some will consider
a good word for him
images are to be analysed
statues and statutes we hope will change things
whether male, female or otherwise
lets all worldwide be more human
"Betty" at best continued life with "Archie" with the occasional spat
with "Veronica". That's just how the bus gets loaded
- Helen-Ann Elizabeth Wilkinson
Everyday in Jamaica mothers weep in vain
Pleading with errant sons gone astray
On the news some of these sons get caught in bullet spray
A few of them have fathers that get to feel some of the pain
Some of the mothers tell lies in front of the camera because they are ashamed
They say their sons were innocent but we know they had strayed
Then police sometimes kill a few innocent despite being trained to shoot straight
So if you are in the wrong place at the wrong time then pray
Otherwise you will go to that place that only the dead know
And those who study the Bible theoretically claim to know
I love my country but I have aspirations to live in the snow
I want to live a good life and I hear over there is lined with gold
There is no way around it Jamaica is slow
The disparity in wages is atrocious sometimes I wonder if our Ministers know
I was one of many who chose not to vote because of the woeful potholes
Control Arms, Rack and Pinion and Tie rod ends those of us with older cars know
Low wages, corruption, high crime rate so they end up paying some to vote
And those who sell their votes are the ones that usually end up suffering the most
I am proud to be Jamaican especially every four years in August
But when I need visas to see the world I shake my head in disgust
- James Mcpherson