Poems

Hate conceived

Rage like a volcano

Tore through his groin

Every thrust every grunt

His seed exploded and found

A target … piercing, splitting

Shattered battered

Broken pieces form an alien

Unwanted formed from within

Every second that passed

Her hatred for the thing within

Grew and hate flourished

Between host and alien

Shame and guilt split … and spilt outwards

With pain, blood and tears

The ravaged mind screamed

The body raped again from within

The alien tore and clawed

Its huge head stretching the cavity

To enter this world … the light

Stained by shame and guilt

With rage the ugly little thing

Grew and yet the hate and rage

Fanned and ravaged the thing from within

Rage grows and jealousy

Loudly tries to find itself

Unwanted, empty

A carcass still

Why did you choose

Mother-hood

To grow me in spite

I live in spite

I am dead inside

In the darkness … still

– Karelle Hylton

 

No Race

No race none of that in this place

Ye that exalteth shall be abased

Some a dem think this is a mental or physical or intellectual race

If the truth be told then you will learn

Intellectuality is good but knowledge with service to my Lord is better

Because that’s the only way the unionisation will happen

And that’s all of my father’s plan

Middle class expression with first class potency

The journey begins and education inspiration with persuasive abilities

That’s the journey I’m on right

Righteousness exalteth every man and woman

Knowledge has the keys to fulfil our destinies

Read history forefather’s prophecy and then the truth will set/build your capacity

I’m going to clear the pathways, be ready

The things you do the things you say the company you keep

will tell who and what you are

Because some of you are some falling star

But I know that those from the flock that stray

In short time they shall find their way

With principles and good practise

They shall find their way back quick quick quick

The truth have to swim on top

Just like oil in water, so sayeth me and my blessed father

My Lord taught me well, and said,

Let your heart retain my words and live,

Ye children of the Lord and then you

Shall have enough to give, remember my name is poole

Swim, swim, swim

– Dwight R. Poole