I attended  basic and primary school in the heart of Spanish Town. I then went on to attend high  school in Kingston. Through it all I remained in Spanish Town and for almost 24 years I've called Spanish Town, Jamaica my home. The stigma attached to my community is known worldwide and not much is expected of the people who call it home. Despite the odds against us several high achievers have emerged from Spanish Town. However, I'm not here to focus on Spanish Town today I'm here to speak about the struggles of young people in Jamaica. While the leaders of my country are busy arguing over apologies, having elections and making decisions about prions,our country is falling apart. Young ladies are being attacked and killed, young men with dreams of making a difference are being killed , young people are graduating with qualifications but no job opportunities. Our leaders have all these visions of hope but apparently our safety comes last on their list of priorities.  Walk

The news comes on one,two, three lives gone again in a Jamdung Twelve dead in Mobay everybody worried  Uncles,aunts,brothers and sisters  everybody fall victim  Police have no answers,politicians drive by just another day in Jamdung After 5 gone you walk fast on the road Sweat pours down your face as you hear the first gun shot ring out Hands firmly placed on your heart as you hear the screams and shout People around you walk by as if nothing is wrong how comes nobody cares about crime in Jamdung? Children going missing everyday but we turn our faces the other way Then suddenly your sister is gone for days and you don't know what to do All of a sudden you see the faces of the girls you turned your face from Then it finally hits you crime is serious in Jamdung A text comes in on your phone saying congrats you have won You run to the bank to collect your millions Couple hours later your bank book is empty  Tears flow from eyes as you ask yourself w