'Oh wow 'another party advertisements comes up on my television, on my computer,radio and in my hand as I make my way up and down the school campus.Placed in the back of their heads are the once thought of dreams of becoming a lawyer,doctor,teacher or even a police man/ woman.The young man today has dreams of just simply becoming accomplished by having a couple of dollars in his pocket and a car with shiny rims that's success to the average man these days. Spending money on several parties is not considered wasting money to them but spending say $130 to arrive at school is simply too much of an expense. Getting the latest brand in clothing and phones is a must and if you don't have you are frowned upon. These are the minds who are forming the new norms of our country.Less is more continues to be the slogan for our females as they make their way to these parties. Some will go to hell and beyond just to get attention from a man who will more or less forget their names the next day. Then again when I sat and watched the awards ceremony for our young people and saw some of the attires of the young female athletes who are seen as role models wearing rather revealing outfits its not hard to understand why females gravitate to wearing these outfits. Mixed signals are given by dance hall artists as well as they push this manifesto that education is the key and take up your book' yet they speak about careless living and send messes that see women as mere sexual objects. Its hard to expect that young people will just fall into place when so much negativity is bursting into their ears each and everyday. With developing minds its only natural they become vulnerable and once they have given into these sexual thoughts and less on the importance of education how does one suddenly transform them overnight to be the these model citizens that are needed to bring Jamaica to better days.
The death of the young By:©Saccheen Laing I put on my uniform Armed with books I set out in search of a good education. Streets lined with the blood stains of those who fell on the way I'm determined to live to see another day But I have no control over those who believe they can have their own way. Armed with guns and knives They attack me, They assault me, They abuse me , Because they believe they have control over me Because of guns and knives in hand. In my hands I write my plans A singer, an actor, a doctor, a fashion designer or a police man I clench my fist as my blood runs to join those who fell before My plans remain in my hands Never to be realized I am young but that means nothing on this land. The blood of the young will replace the ocean that surrounds and beautifies the land How many more shall die before you answer when I ask why? My mother shall cry and bury her son before he becomes a man My brot...
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