Me as a woman so strong and divine, Will tek care of my picknie, with love and time Me as a woman bold and free, I am ashamed, I don’t want my picknie doing manual work, Like me. Tough love I know, tough love I give; My past embarrassments I try to outlive. Toiling daily, … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Jamaican Parent and Child
Si, me jus leggo one sneeze, Mi feel it all di way to me knees Not a body or a gentle bone, Mi wrap up, inna mi bed all alone; Wata jus a beat down mi windah, Like it a beg, “Mistress, mistress let we in yah.” Not ova me dead body, Hol on, mi … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Sneeze
What an experience this is for us Travelling thru Needham without no bus It’s a little too adventurous For two black girls without no bus. What an experience this is for us Travelling thru Massachusetts with no blinkin’ bus It’s definitely too much fuss For two black girls without no bus. We ain’t got no … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Two Black Girls Without No Bus
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
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
It has come, the end of another era, We can only look in the mirror; To reflect and find. To cherish these moments In history, in time. It has come, the beginning of another’s destiny, To stand on the highest stage in our land; It has come, for another to make their imprint, To declare … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Jamaica Elections, The End of an Era
By: Davene Rowe. Copyright © 2010, Davene Rowe. Buttons and T-Shirt memorabilia of a man who lived and died by the gun Ironically with the words ‘GONE TOO SOON” engraved A glass chariot transports the dead in style reminiscent of a fairy tale life The blings and the mode of dress are no different from … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: Ghetto Burial
By: Louise Bennett Coverley Me glad fi see yuh come back, bwoy, But lawd, yuh let me dung Me shame a yuh so till all a Me proudness drop a grung. Yuh mean yuh go dah Merica An spen six whole mont deh, An come back not a piece better Dan how yuh did go … Continue reading No Lickle Twang by Louise Bennett
By: Louise Bennett Yuh se me trial now mah? Dat marga gal winjy Want put me eena kas-kas An big lian story She sen come call me toder day An wen ah goh me chile De whole fambly gader roun me Like I was kerosene ile Dem sey smaddy tell miss Terry An she tell … Continue reading Kas Kas by Louise Bennett
By: Denise N. Fyffe. Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe I live in a time, When man is unshackled; Unshackled from his past, Unshackled from his mental slavery. I live in a time, When men choose black and not white; I live in a time, When what lies were told, can no longer hold us. … Continue reading Jamaican Poetry: I live in a time (Barack Obama Poem)
