A world where people don't love you if you can't supply them with all the material things they need. A world where people marry just to get citizenship in a country. A world where the most educated aren't the ones given the best of jobs. A world where the television and internet are left to teach our children values. A world where the leaders of the church spend more money on church buildings tha n feeding the poor. A world where children receive guns before they receive a book to read. A world where in one half of the world people fight for an apple to eat while in the other we pick,choose and refuse what to eat. A world where we cry when we have no new clothes or shoes but some have never felt the warmth of a shirt and pants on their cold flesh. A world where politicians get increases in pay while the citizens are placed on wage freeze for years. A world where everybody proclaims they can't trust anybody. A world where girls value are always occupied with their look...

 Am I the only one who notices the reaction made whenever a police man is killed or someone of some importance in society. The topic of their death is the headline of every newspaper and fresh on the minds of ever politician. Is it then safe to say that some lives are valued more than others? I believe its's safe to say so.I remember a year back or so there was an incident with a police man beating a police man and it was captured on video, the man died due to the injuries he received. Just this year the police man walked away freely. Whenever someone from the inner city is killed yes it is televised but in a matter of time it is overlooked and we hear nothing of the incident anymore but when someone who is of importance someone with some status in society it is televised for weeks even months. To ask that this be changed would be like asking to open the heads of our people and placing new values and morals within them, simply impossible. Why do police men and politicians expec...

The black man fought to simply continue to breathe the breath of life The shackles and chains rusted away but the memories of the will to survive are here for us to adapt Though the bodies of those who began the fight lay below us and we walk upon it day in day out Let us serve as a reminder to us a edifice for us to look unto a fountain flowing with golden water of promise They see the black of our skin even now and frown upon us They frown upon us not because we are black because we have always been black to them But because they see us standing in the same place that they left us We say we are determined to make our lives better but we still call them our idols and we adapt each and everything they do Our culture though still written on paper and carved in rocks from as far back as the Tainos Is quickly being erased from the minds of Jamaicans The fight to survive we say but are we really? Our young know more about the culture of foreign lands than they know...

Beautiful skin, soft kisses she brings A voice that can take the worse pain you feel far far from within Didn't you have a mother as you grew up? or even a grandmother or sister that loving and protecting was a must If anyone should stare at them too hard you would jump up and make them feel safe Then who are the ones who slay the flesh of the young? Who are  those who with death in their eyes part a young child's legs and watch the innocence die Don't you remember when your mother would kiss you at nights? Or made sure you had something to wear or eat  Even if you had no mother a woman's touch could do wonders Respect has left the heart of men Seems a woman is nothing more than another vessel to invade and conquer Will it ever stop? The question lingers Rape is the word that we hear ever so often These men are weak but are the leaders of our country strong? Silence they bring as if nothing is wrong Change we seek but the leaders c...

The ‘Savior’has come It’s been on the lips for months and months now the ‘Saviour’ has come Long meetings, budgets tabled and now the time has come The government flashes bright smiles as they read out the judgment The crime will stop? The unemployment will stop? The corruption will stop? No Then why should we return smiles because the ‘Saviour’ has come The student loan still has no money People can’t afford to provide for their families But they tell us to be happy because the ‘Saviour’ has come The government expects us to believe that better will comes from the ‘Saviour’ come Politicians seated with legs crossed in parliament waiting on the “Saviour’ to come Now that the ‘Saviour has come will all our problems disappear? The ‘Saviour’has come but light bill is still high Everything is still taxed Salary remains the same And we continue to wait for the ‘Saviour’ to work The government has placed all its eggs in one basket They both down  to the ‘S...

It's really nice to see many Jamaican ladies going back to their natural roots these days I applaud them. However I've come to notice that many of them I starting to feel high and mighty as if going 'natural' somehow makes them above others. Let me kindly enlighten your darkness if you live a life that doesn't embody one of purity and one that is different from the rest of the way of the world you are no empress. Simply getting your hair locked or wearing it unprocessed has nothing to do with the kind of lifestyle you live, who you are comes across in how you interact with people on a daily basis. If  you wan't to proudly be called an empress I believe your actions should reflect that.

The wind lifts her feet revealing the inner components of her beautiful physique A body so toned and smooth the heavens declare her beauty is unmatched, in a class of her own The sun hits the well defined structures of her face with eyes so bright she leaves you yearning for a taste A taste of her skin , her lips her breasts a taste of happiness, a Jamaican woman at her greatest She has dark skin, long straight hair she walks with such surety  she is a Jamaican beauty Mixed with different races she embodies the nation 'Out of Many one People' She wears it on her blouse, she wears it on her heart She's yet to speak but you've fallen in love with just one glimpse, One glimpse of her face, one glimpse of her frame She is a Jamaican beauty, you don't know her story, you don't know her name Just one look at her body rocking from side to side to the rhythm of the reggae sound She still hasn't said a word but her body reveals her inner thoughts ...