Poetry (4)

What lurks outside?


We fear the dark

But we also fear the light

As we are not safe either way

I am terrified

By the criminal elements

That surround the once

So peaceful air

All I hear is robbery

People being murdered

Primetime news counting

Deaths

Politicians having the time

To celebrate their political

Achievements

But I wonder

Do they know?

What lurks outside?

- Christena Williams

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Life

Life is just like a fairytale and you can't figure it out

It's hard when a child is sick

Parents have to run all about

There are times when you just can't manage

But life is a real challenge

Everytime you're changing your mind

Or looking forward to a future that you can't find

You have to pay bills, thinking what the other day is going to be about

People just say it's hard, without a doubt

There are children out on the streets who are hungry and dying for thirst

But it doesn't have to be like this if we put God first.

- Shanell R. Sint (age 10)

Golden Grove All Age School
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Portia Simpson Miller

A Jamaican woman overall

Standing tall

Having the gall

To conquer all

Proud to be true

Rated among few

There's none else like you

Only you do what you do

To God be the glory

That should be your story

He gave you this

Don't be sorry

Trust Him humbly and don't worry

Say, 'Lead me Lord that I may lead'

Show me how to do your deed

Help me today to plant a seed

That will bring forth much fruit indeed

Honourable Portia Simpson Miller

The people's mother, daughter and sister

Yes, our prime minister

The Lord bless and keep you

Now and in the future.

- Valrie Wynter

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Mr Thwaites

Good and quick initiative you take, Minister Thwaites

For far too long we have been holding on to faith

Using our neighbours to help us step up to the plate

We know one day will not make us spic, span and brand new

But it is a stepping stone to explore different routes and avenues

They fail me, still they don't have a solution or a clue

And expect me to perform without the required working tools

Sir, I thank you

I am Holy Trinity High School.

- Johnelle Grant (13 years old)
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Mothers

This is how we do it

Older mothers

Younger, inexperienced mothers do not know

We have no shame and embarrassment

You simply ask for an extra plate when you have purchased one meal

And an extra cup, straw, spoon napkin, etc.

And go to the fast food places with refill drinks

So she was there

Two children

One on either side

One box lunch, one drink, one cake, one fork

Feeding each child alternately, herself in the middle

She must have been new to it

With the care she took

The little girl looked like she could eat the whole cake

But there was trust

That mother would share everything as she always did

Nice nails, hands and feet

That is how we 'turn up the thing'

'Turn up the thing!'

Mothers always sacrifice

Always leaving something extra for the children to eat

Even when you know they have had their belly-full

It is the mother's nature to upside down things!

- Helen-Ann Wilkinson

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To my parents

I may argue with you

I may dislike the things you do

I may complain

And say you cause me much pain

But it's time to admit

That even though I refuse to submit

I appreciate everything you did

I always loved you as a teen

As a kid

You are my first, my only

Without you, I'd be lonely

We'll always have moments of laughter

I'll forever be your loving daughter.

- Racquel Robertson

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Man's world

In a man's world, women never get it right

In a man's world women have to toss, fuss and fight

Fight for respect, fight for equality, while men get everything simply

In a man's world, women are to get hurt as this is a part of the plan in the man's land

In a man's world, women are victims and men the victors

In a man's world, it means I have to fight a little harder for me

As in a man's world

Women never get it right.

- Kerry Ann Thompson

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