We are the wretched of the earth, The scourge of Babylon, The lepers of Israel, The untouchables of India; We are despised and our Brothers and sisters have been fed lies. We are the bile of the universe, The perpetually handicapped; Teased, molested, taunted, and arrested. We are the filthy, carbon-monoxide waste, That slither through … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: The Wretched of the Earth
Erika Heslop Martin a.k.a. Poetess Er is a talented, young, and inspired Jamaican Poet born in Kingston, Jamaica. She is the Jamaican Author of this book A Poetic Revelation, The Power of Words, and A Poetic Journey. Her poems have been published in the Sunday Gleaner and the Jamaica Observer and her Book Launch of: … Continue reading Feature on Erika Heslop Martin, Jamaican Author and Poet
FOREVER BLACK by Poetess Denise Fyffe 1981, Born BLACK 60 SECONDS, Crying BLACK 1 HOUR, Still BLACK 24/7, Struggling BLACK 12 MONTHS, Surviving BLACK 365 DAYS, Thriving BLACK 40 YEARS, Melanin BLACK I am, FOREVER BLACK. My mother, BLACK My father, BLACK My sister, BLACK My brother, BLACK My husband, BLACK My children, BLACK My … Continue reading Poetry: Forever Black by Denise N. Fyffe
I see the sun Glowing brighter than a 50 watt bulb And I am tempted outside;
I AM, I exist...until, I AM no more.- Poetess Denise Fyffe Copyright © Denise N. Fyffe
I am more than you can ever imagine. With Him the possibilities are endless. My purpose is yet unfulfilled, hence I gave even greater things, that lie within. I am MORE..- Poetess Denise Fyffe Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe
I hide my pain even from myself, until a tear escapes and so follows the rest.- Poetess Denise Fyffe
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
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