Jamaican Poetry: This Dreadful Class

Camperdown High School

By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2012, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe

I am seeing double, as Michelle Ann has no twin;
My brain keeps flashing and signalling,
Too much, I need a rest, this is boring.

Week after week, lesson after lesson
He keeps teaching the same old thing;
I have learnt to resign myself, to this tasteless existence.
The same monotonous speech,
‘Young people, have no respect for their elders.’

Don’t get me wrong,
I am not involved in (apart of) it, but … aaah;
Sitting here on this ply board seat,
My heart pulsates like Congo beats;
As I am reminded of a song,
‘A penny for your thoughts, a nickel for a kiss,
darling if you tell me that you love me..’
Now you wonder, why that song?
Being a red blooded adolescent,
That’s an obvious one.