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Crying to cry
I would feel better
if I could cry
but I cannot.
The tears aren't coming
They just build up
nether the sockets of my eyes
never to brim over
Blocked by pride
Stopped by being from a culture
that dictates that 'big man' don't cry
So the 'eye-wata' just slithers
to the stomach
and remains there undigested
My soul becomes infested ...
as dormant emotional 'wata'
breeds creatures of the mind
Maybe a bit melodramatic
But do tears irrigate the roots of life?
I would feel better
if I would cry
But I will not.
- Austin G. Henry
I've been through a lot, but I'm still standing tall
I've weathered the storms and come through it all
I keep on rising though they want me to fall
Hard times make me stronger, like the Apostle Paul.
Though trouble is all around, I still do not fear
The burdens are heavy, but I know I can bear
So I won't worry when my enemies jeer
Like Mary J. Blige, I'm stronger with each tear.
Sometimes I feel like I simply can't cope
I'm tempted to just sit around and mope
I'm at the end of my rope, but something looms on the horizon
and it's called hope.
This is what I would like the world to know
Wallowing in self-pity is not the way to go
Just keep on fighting though you're feeling low
And you'll gain inner-strength and begin to grow.
All I've been though has made me strong
Heartache and failure can't hold me for long
I'll come through it all and sing a joyful song.
- Allan Lynfester
How can I call you Most Honourable,
When I sit and analyse the things you do?
If I say Honourable, I am insane!
Each day I look at you with disdain.
How can I use Honourable? And it's a fact,
You have no character, you have no tact.
Using the word Honourable with your name is a shame,
As all I can see is a country for which violence has brought its fame.
An Honourable trait is one you obtain.
You can't just give yourself that name.
- Megan Thompson-Francis
A game of saving lives
of getting the kaleidoscope to evenly
hold on to the surface of the prism.
A game of governing a multiplicity of colours
of constantly proving to one colour
that the axis also takes it around the world and back
to a more even surface
fingers working at the speed of light
knitting an intricate interplay of solutions
the impatience of those who spittle and bile
run like a busted water pipe
in the wail for injustice.
- Eaton Jackson
Marcus, the man
Marcus Mosiah Garvey
the name still rides a mystic wave
that beats the drum of my soul
I march to its beat of pride
under my skin
no more I hide
through the universe
his name ripples with zeal
man of my race
resolve of steel
Garvey in flesh has long been gone
his infinite energy transcends all forms
this legend now travels
at the speed of thought
to break my chains
to death he fought
the colour of skin
was never a wall
truth bellowed his name
he answered the call.
- Lancelot Shaw