Her knees gave out,
Her hair fetched up fire.
Did you hear her silent shout?
Storm enraged the sky
Crying darkness against grey ire.
Her eyes lulled every tear
Her heart denied every sheer.
She could fall off
A step off the cliff
She’d crash against the ocean bed
And all her pain and sorrow shall shred.
But she’s still here on her knees
Drowning into the wail she has seized.
It’s pure deep agony
Like the floating beauty of the winds symphony.
I begged for her soul to drift apart,
I yelled each name that broke her heart
But I crashed myself to the bottom with the souls of tyrant.
– Simon Rosea D’Vinca
Di ruler of our nation.
Without it, there is no elevation.
Poverty will only bring frustration
To our nation.
What a devastation!
Ignorance poisoning the minds of our nation.
We not knowing how to reason out a situation without abrasion
School is the facility where you get the ability,
To become credibility or
To become a liability.
Man: Mi cyah get noh work!
Me: Ask yourself why?
Me: How much subject yuh av?
Man: Di attempt I never try.
Me: Can yuh read and write?
Man: Nuh really but mi will try.
Yuh si why! Now yuh si why?
Education, education, education.
How yuh fi dunce like bat an waah office work?
No sah bredda,
Dat nah goh work.
Education a di key,
So know how fi unlock it
Or else yuh ago always deh a di back from yuh dunce like bat.
– Kristoffe Lewis
This isn’t love
Honey, I can differentiate love from dissembling.
And if this manipulation is what you call love,
I’m afraid you really don’t know what love is.
The sad thing is that I’ve wasted my love on you.
Your love is fictitious as the script of a romantic drama.
When I’m with you it’s like having a nightmare.
You say you’re concerned about my eudemonia,
But you make my world boring and uncomfortable.
Lately I’ve felt battered and abused psychologically.
I won’t trust you with my vulnerability again.
You walked out on me and now you come back begging,
I’d be a fool if I forgive you and take you back.
I don’t feel your affection when you touch me,
I feel that I’m being taken advantage of and used.
You display intolerance and selfishness.
And I can tell when you’re not speaking the truth.
How can you love me and discourage my ambition?
We altercate and have pointless conversations,
Yet you tell me nobody loves me the way you do.
Well, I’m telling you, honey, this isn’t love.
– Marlon Pitter
I left scars on his neck.
They wrapped around him tightly like snakes would when they prey for a meal,
Almost suffocating him to death.
At the sight of them I ran out of breath.
Grasping for air
As his hands cuffed after me,
Then his piercing eyes
Pierced like nails in my feet.
Forgive him Heavenly Father
For he knows not what he has done,
He knows not of the beauty I will get
For the ashes I will eventually shun.
He bled from the wounds
I opened in his flesh.
And I bled from the heartache
That was excruciating
He was too busy to hear when
I cried “excuse me I’m aching”.
Those wounds weren’t fresh.
The love gushed out from each wound,
Out of his patience,
Out of his frustration.
And my love gushed out of my eyes,
Some see transparency in its fluid.
But it’s really blood,
It’s really love.
And I watched as they evacuated
Just like he did.
Leaving me in a loveless mess.
Commanding me like the commandments,
To love less.
He left scars upon the beating heart in my chest.
No treasure to be found,
Only the anger and the pain
That comes in pounds.
The empty promises
Still linger in the air.
And I fear,
I fear the day they will hold me captive
Because I care.
I was innocent but he sold me,
Sold me on bitter sweets.
Hurt and betrayed me.
Then he wrote his name
The beaten beating
Piece of flesh
– Abbigail Mattis
I’m in love with you
And that’s true
I’m ready to share I’m ready to care
Ready to wear and
Ready to dare
My lips get shy
My eyes get small
My heart misses a beat
I pull for the sheet
I get nervous in your presence
Don’t know what to say I’m joyful and happy I smile everyday
I notice you a lot
I get butterflies
My heart palpitate
Oh, I really need you!
By my side
In my bed after we’re wed.
- Marie T. Henry
Yu get it.
Yu get it!
Mi place it mongs di flowaz dem.
‘Betta late dan nevah,’ yaw.
Yu get yu honour, wen yu ded!
Yu coulda doan get nutt’n to.
Dem tings doan always fair.
Sometimes is who did know yu, or,
Who you did know one time, mi dear.
Anyway, yu name get call out
Dem state yu many years of service
Towards di upliftment of humanity!
All now mi still a pinch miself
Cause, wen yu name announce
Dat is di fus time, me, big smaddy,
Ever step into Kings House!
Mi sure yu woulda proud a mi
Di way mi waak up dignified.
Den, as dem reel off yu achievements
Euphoria reach mi pon all sides!
Woi! Wen yu name get call, posthumous,
Yu shoulda hear di crowd applaud.
Is den mi smell yu special fragrance
An tek time wispa – “Tank yu Lawd.”
Well, all sort a mortal turn out
Fi get dem accolades mi dear;
Di brisk, di majestic wid dem walking stick,
An di sanguine, in wheel-chair.
Anyway, yu get it;
A fine award, posthumously.
As mi seh, it mongs di flowaz.
Wah dem shoulda give doah, is some money!
- Erica Brown Marriott
Prisoner of Love
Condemned he was behind and within bars of iron
In a condominium of rock and limestone
He would smile while others raged
Contented in his cage
Was it in shame
He often called her name?
Or might it I ponder
Be the other side of the insane?
Within this Apartment
We shared and talked of love
And life without parole
Bars of iron
He would say, remind me of the lie
That love dies
People die, but love never dies
It’s a continuum
Encrusted with virtues
Some wise, others refined
She wanted to go to College
I wanted Marriage
In anger and frustration
I walked away
Picked up a stick
And flung it hard and high
The light wire got in the way
A boomerang was on its way
Toward my love
A shout as I ran toward her
She held her ground
I was a step too late to save my love
She hit the ground
A gash and broken skull; she bled
And was dead
Guilty I said
They all tried to save me
But I knew freedom was my enemy
In this condominium of rock and lime stone
I am free to be me
To love her as she loved me, He said
Her last words were
“I love you”
And so was his.
- Lennox Washington Taylor