All she ever heard was that she was too bad
From age ten she had her first man
I think his name was Teddy or was it Sam
All I know at age thirteen she got pregnant for her first man
At age sixteen another pregnancy and a third one for Sam
The people in the district whispered that she was very bad
At age nineteen she had another one and a fourth for Sam
I never heard them say that Sam was a bad man
Sam never worked all he did was impregnate the young woman
She did domestic work and started to raise crops on her land
She seemed dedicated and loyal to this man Sam
She still stayed with him when he impregnated another woman
The people in the district still did not say that he was a bad man
Yet when she walked by they would whisper ‘That girl bad’
With advice she got wiser and used medication that blocked Sam
He lived like a king while she became successful cultivating the land
She was able to open a clothes store and provide finer things for her man
The children were well taken care of and she remained loyal to Sam
One day she come home early and found another woman in bed with her man
She hardened her heart, packed up his things and threw out Sam
A year later at age thirty she got married to a policeman
Now when they see her they say, “When she was young that girl was bad”
The other day Sam came pleading and she gave him a job packing bags
Now when the people see him they shake their heads and say, “what a worthless man.”
– Jomo Mckoy
Ma chérie, I am alone with thoughts of you tonight.
It is so cold and windy out here on deck,
And I wish that you were here to give me solace.
Joanna, I miss you every day of the week,
But there is something in a weekend that makes
Me miss you more than any other time.
I know it will not be long until I see you again,
But I am so impatient to be close to you.
I am spending another lonely weekend at sea.
I can barely grapple with the dreariness,
But I must endure the loneliness and keep my sanity.
I called you so I could hear your native accent,
And I shall say je t’aime before I hang up.
On this lonely weekend, I need you beside me.
My ship will soon arrive at the harbour,
And you will be there to welcome me home.
I shall stroll with you on the misty dock,
And we will watch the French waves roll to shore.
I shall feel your heartbeat when I kiss you,
And I shall miss your love when my ship departs.
I want to take you with me on my next voyage
So I can spend the weekend with the one I love.
– Marlon Pitter
‘Everything Will be all right’
A 35 year-old’s message to 8-year-old sel’
Hold on to rainbows
Don’t cry tonight
Don’t worry your pretty head
Everything will be all right
Hold on to sunbeams
Wait till you see the light
Don’t cry tonight child
No matter how parents fight
Let go of migraines
Hold on to smiles
Let go of torture
Hold on to rhymes
Your future is awaiting you
Tell your past goodbye
Open your wings like an Eagle
You were born to fly
To an 8 year old me
I’m telling you to write
All the pain that you have felt
And it will give you flight
Put God before you
And soon you will find
That all your pain
Will be allayed
And everything will be all right.
– Lisa Gaye Taylor
‘How To’ books
There are books on everything!
How to hate
How to love
How to slither in torment
How to dissect others as you try to find yourself.
They have books on how to glow and grow;
Books on how to reinforce those things you already know.
There are books on how to pluck the salient facts from other books;
Books on how to fathom meaning from a simple slant
Or, placid look.
Then, must we conclude that man’s existence is, in fact,
A boundless book,
With pages he, himself, cannot quite fathom
But at the same time, cannot overlook?
They have ‘How To’ Books on everything
In this day and age;
Books on even those things that have not yet registered
With consciousness, at this stage.
There is one such book aligned with nothingness.
A certain volume man must read
And learn to
- Erica Brown Marriott