So you wonder if dollars run with me.
Well, yours better have legs as fast or even more
And what audacity to think I'd sponsor your trip to that pricey men's clothing store
Trust me on this one, my mama raised me right
She warned me straight up, never let a lazy man anywhere in your sight
She said hands too soft tells us he doesn't like to work
He talks a good game, but pays his bills by a na´ve partner in a skirt
Oops ... you want to take me for a ride in your dinosaur car
But I should put in the gas! Boy, now you really gone far
Without conceit, I'm a prize, a princess - and I know how to keep it real ...
But me paying for a man can't even begin to spin my wheel
Never mind, I'll give you T for trying, but a sorry F for failing to be flying
Those coins are jingling much too loud; keep them quiet or they'll attract a crowd
I offer for free my valuable advice; endeavour to be a hard-working man
'cause a woman as fine as me, and as needy as you could never equal a plan
This little talk between us is not meant to bring us any bad feeling or strife
You just need a work ethic, a strong one, to achieve what you need in this life
Understand clear, unless you can up your game, don't ever think you can ignite my flame
You can't depend on a woman to provide for you, 'cause that's really not the Master's will
I see your potential, and if you make some advances ... perhaps, just perhaps, I could be available still.
- The Corala
Children say things far beyond their years
Their own understanding
Or it is their understanding
In simple terms
That cannot be lost on those who hear
... She had no hair
But the brain matter was ticking
In addition, she was seeing life around her
The difference with her and the 'other' children
Mom was there with her in her 'hairless' state
Playing with her
Therefore, she had not a care in the world
She was cognisant of the 'people'
Those in charge
And when to run and hide
And interact with other children
You could say she was just plain 'fass'
But sheltered by her mother she could say just about anything ...
She blurted out aloud
After some serious consideration, reflection and observation over several days
"Yuh see that boy
You know he has two fathers ..."
Beyond the wisdom of Miller's male marginalisation construct
One man put it that way
... "can't understand that woman, so much babyfather ... if I don't take care of my own ... him suffa"
Versus current boyfriend who is meeting the 'need'.
- Helen-Ann Wilkinson
Are not only called father
But live the fatherhood
Sir John Golding
For mending my feet
Mr Ronald Brown, orthopaedic technician, 'plaster paris' who took me to school for three years
Princess Alice school at Sir John Golding centre (formerly Mona Rehabilitation centre) ... trusted me in life and afterwards ...
My own father, Gerald Wesley ... BUSTAMANTE backbone man
Who is always there
Massaging the feet
Enabling my swimming feats in Jamaica, Canada
Sir John Golding with Lady Golding who flew into Canada after my thesis defence
Thank you ...
Father Hugh Sherlock
Who did so much good, blessing
So many prayers, he took me under his wings, with his wife for tea
So many times
Who mentored my writing ... essay on world peace
Always told me
On my first summer job
"Always leave something behind for yourself ..."
Told how to plan for retirement, how to take it easy
How he outlived the constraints of his heart
Where I spent my creative hours
'Best Actress' - Tallawah
For the fathers of friends
Who mend my fences
Made me know all fields are possible
Law, science, medicine, teaching ... education, full stop.
These fathers who taught me to walk
How to walk away
- Helen-Ann Wilkinson