By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2017, Denise N. Fyffe I stand in my skin And I ponder within Of my history Of my story. The foundation of me Which I forget so easily Of my history Of my story. Those who struggled Those who fought for my freedom For our freedom. Now it is … Continue reading Poetry: My Black Story
Inside, I have died a 1000 deaths, Killed a million souls, Jumped a billion suicides; But, I am still living this one life. - Poetess Denise Fyffe
My pain is seeping through my eyes, So much pain; I am sorry eyes, You will work overtime tonight.- Poetess Denise Fyffe
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2017, Denise N. Fyffe 1962 we were reborn an independent land Lush green hills and brilliant aqua waters in the Caribbean span The sun set on August 6th and we were birthed a new nation Not a giant, but we had the beginnings, perseverance and culture to be one; … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Independent Jamaica
Blossoms o’er and above the hill A sign that nature’s heart yet beats stronger still Four months basked in a cloak of white Viking trees once starving orphans, exposed to the winters banshee cries;
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2017, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe Now tell mi if di journalist nuh mad, Fi go look pon 20 foot wave, A wash pon land. Afta yuh see sey one camera man almost drown, Yuh a try get shot of Palisadoes grung; Is anyting else damage? Is yuh car … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Dis Journalist Mad
Until the words fall from a man's lips or the actions from his heart, never judge his deeds. Else, the microscope in the sun will also be turned on you.- Poetess Denise Fyffe
I DARE you to be me for a day. I DARE you to walk in my 'way'. Fight the enemies I have. Befriend the angels, as FRIENDS. I DARE you to be me, and still breathe peacefully.- Poetess Denise Fyffe
By: Defy. Copyright © 2010, defy, Denise Fyffe I tried so hard to hold my end I tried so hard, till the very end; Reflecting on the things that came and past Reflecting on a situation that did not last; Looking in, looking out, Things now looking much better; Remembering when we would pretend That … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Hold My End
As my body healed, especially in the early months after fibroid surgery, my wound felt like a permanent belt. This feels strange, though I am conscious that it is the thread used to close the wounds and which also kept my organs inside me. It has taken a while to get used to this. More … Continue reading Fibroids testimonial – The Recovery Process from Myomectomy Surgery, Part 6 by Denise N. Fyffe
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