Fri | Sep 18, 2020

Poems

Published:Sunday | August 23, 2020 | 12:20 AM
A ‘Home, Sweet Home’ lamp.
A ‘Home, Sweet Home’ lamp.

Ecstatic

I felt the sky sweep through my fingers

I felt the weight of the drunken words

As it lingers

Air long lost

Witty souls, cost.

Where do I fly,

After my long shrieking cries?

Where’s my home?

Where’s my mum?

Somebody save me, I’m so numb.

Miles, and miles of raging ocean

I struck, each wave

Blinding solutions.

Light so dark,

Loneliness only barks

Where’s my home?

Where’s my mum?

Somebody save me, I’m so numb.

Simon Rosea D’vinca

Inside a Jamaican’s memory

Those were the days when children played in the yard

Hid in tall fruit trees and carved our names in dirt and wood.

The days when Mama Lashy was the tyrant on loose

And cock up was a ten, tips was an out.

I remember the days when kids were kids and games were fun.

To be surrounded by cousins and aunts, even uncles

But no, no! The cock ups they did none.

Those days when Big Tree wasn’t only a guinep tree

And when his friends would gather in the yard the gimmicks made some of us cry.

Imagine the days when Peter Pan, Cinderella and Lion King could never be missed

But how could we, when VCR was in and cassette stock “one on top a di ada?”

It wasn’t all games and fun remember sis?

Oh how pickney coulda get lick.

I would cry and beg mommy when she sent Daigo for your switch,

“Mommy please! I’ll tek har lick.”

It was a lot of us and everybody’s name was it.

“Mi sen it gaw shop fi buy salt and it come back wid sugar.”

My aunts and uncles were the best and so were my cousins,

Each holding a special place in those memories.

Jamellia Lobban

#miahappen

Oh yuh looking at mi differently cuz mi nuh light like yuh,

But wi nuh ave fi be di same tone shade or hue.

Yuh tun yuh nose up cuz mi nuh inna yuh league,

Wah yuh saying tuh mi? Mi really intrigue.

But let mi tell yuh dat mi a happen,

Suh nuh badda wid it yuh racist fatten.

Oh oh yuh looking at mi differently cuz mi hair fill wid kinks,

It nuh chriet, wavy, lang an bare things.

Mi muss really fit inna wid yuh ideal bady type? Or else mi a guh lose mi ratings an nuh get any hype?

But let mi tell yuh dat mi a happen,

Suh nuh badda wid it yuh racist fatten.

Oh oh yuh looking at mi differently cuz mi ave grade six education.

Yuh thinking dat mi cyaa duh nuhthing fi help build di nation?

Mi ave fi be speaky spokey like yuh, tuh duh wah yuh doing

A so yuh envision it, a dat yuh a spew?

But let mi tell yuh dat mi a happen,

Suh nuh badda wid it yuh racist fatten.

Latoy Fyne and Soroya Fyne-Sinclair