Loving you blind

To love you is to carry you with me everyday, not seeing you but still feeling a connection between us…yearning to be next to you because that is where home is

To love you is to sacrifice my happiness for yours, because when you are happy so am I, either way I am smiling

To love you is to drown myself in tears trying to explain how I feel but I just can’t seem to get the right words out…or make any sense at all

To love you is to close my eyes and allow my heart to wander carelessly in the dark because I have no limits, no boudaries and intentions to stop

To love you is to love you blind…Am I making any sense yet?

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There was a crashing sound, I jumped out of my sleep

With my eyes still half shut I tried to make out what was happening

SHE was in tears on the ground fighting a shadow over her

This dark shadow was moving very fast

Without thinking I ran over –

Wrapped my arms as tight as I could to help HER

But he was stronger than me, than US

He swung me from him his side which landed me in the wall

The lamp on the table was shattered and some broken glass cut me

I sat there BLEEDING as TEARS and BLOOD ran from me

I sat there HELPLESS on the floor looking at HER

HE was enraged with so much ANGER that he didn’t notice me and what he’d done

So SHE ran to ME

Even though she had her fair share of bruises – SHE still RAN to ME

WE RAN TOGETHER ….OUTSIDE to ESCAPE

ESCAPE HIM, not sure what the next step would be but-

WE HAD EACH OTHER and that was ENOUGH

 

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  • For all WOMEN

 

 

Carry dem back!

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Mek unu so bare face and bright!

Di people dem cyah walk in piece?

All inna broad day light unu a come tief dem offa di streets?

Unu do all sorta foolishness fe tek weh people pickney-

Unu ole emotional vampire!

Wolves in sheep clothing unu disguise unu self as employa

Bout opportunities for employment!

Unu wicked nuh brute! Preying pan poor people jus to sodomize our youths!

No conscience unu nuh have! –

Wukkin dem out, prostituting dem out, selling us like we a jus another item pan a shop shelf

Wen u ago look inna dem eyes an see a reflection of yuhself? Eeh?

See say we a human like you! Have a home jus like you!

Who is you fi come modernize slavery an tek we against we will?

I not sure what worst- being raped, abused or being killed

Unu ole murderer! Vampire! Ole wicked brute

Who is you fe come traffic we youth!

But I leave the Child Development Agency to yuh!

A leave the Government to yuh!

A leave the Women’s rights to yuh!

A leave the Police dem to yuh!

A leave the tears and the screams of every mourning and weeping loved one to yuh!

A leave the wrath of God to yuh!

Ole wicked!

Ole murderer!

Ole rapist!

Ole tief!

Carry dem back! Me say fe carry dem back!

Carry dem back and Stop!!!

Happy Holidays!

simplified-christmas-tree-wallpaper-backgroundFeel the Christmas breeze, watch the pepper lights!

Count the white washed stones and the houses painted bright-

Colours overflowing, people in their “Sunday best”

Sound systems all over, every corner hosting a Christmas fest!

Smell the sorrel, cut the cake and drink up the fine wine..

Tell the stories, share the jokes, smaddy must drunk by midnight!

Share a coin, spare a meal, lend a helping hand

Tis the season, a special season to share love across the land

Let the lovers stand under the mistletoe- just to share a kiss

Let the kids write to send Santa their long Christmas list.

Whatever your story is, whatever Christmas means to you

I wish you a merry one! may your dreams and wishes come true

Happy Holidays from our home to yours!

 

From the Blake, Morant, Lindo & Haughton family, happy holidays & all the best for the new year!

 

 

 

 

Wah you know bout pressure?

Wah you know bout presha?

White squall tek ova yuh mouth like toothpaste

Fe get a likkle wuk come een’ like a rat race

Wah you know bout presha? Up inna yuh resorts an’ hotel suites

Wah you know bout walkin in d one shoes n watch it bruk off likkle likkle, piece by piece?

Yuh eva affe carry wata yet? wrap piece a claat pan yuh head fe rest di bucket pan?

Yuh eva affe use di hardcover book ova di coal stove an’ fan?

Gas, light, wata is precious sumin

Nuff a we cyah afford none!

Wah you know bout climbing mango tree fe dinner an’ people dog a run we dung

Wah you know presha?

Fe stand up an’ look inna yuh pickney dem eye fe an’ hear dem tell yuh say dem hungry

Yuh think a dat hot? Mek yuh know inna heart yuh nuh have nuttin fe gi dem!

Dis a di cycle fe smaddy weh poor, not less fortunate…me mean poor!

Poor mean me nuh have it!… it nuh mean we nuh have enough..it mean di pot empty!

Cupboard have cobweb!

Don’t come pretend like yuh know bout presha! Jus’ because yuh need me fe pretty up me finga wid INK

Wah yuh know bout presha! Wah yuh know bout me!

Mine yuh bruk yuh foot! How yuh fe wear heels come a bush?

Me cyah lift yuh up so yuh try nobadda drop cause from bout 3 years me a suffa wid a bad back

Take sumin for it? Me tell yuh say me cyah feed me pickney dem an’ me fe tek money spend p-an me back?

Me nuh lucky like unu enuh fe “find money” me still a search fe dat deh tree

Me yet fe find smaddy up inna di great house weh look like me…

Not di colour…but me STORY

Cause only den can unu really help poor people

When unu really undastan bout presha!

Are you trying to remove Black with wipes?…

Yellow taped; told to sit in a corner, feeling like I don’t belong there

Looking for an escape or maybe a distraction from the memories of Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, Nelson Mandela, Malcom X, Nanny, Bustamante, Paul Bogle, Sam Sharpe, Norman Manley, Marcus Garvey. George William Gordon.

Thinking of ‘Roots‘ and creating strategic plans of running like Kunta Kinte

It isn’t much same or different in the 21st century is it? along some line of authority I am reminded of  my origins and some where sometimes submissively directed to stay within the lines of my family tree. As if my branches cannot be extended or my seed cannot be re-planted in that ‘upper’ soil? Are you saying my ancestors wasted sleepless nights carrying blue prints of their ambitions whipped in the deep creases of their black velvet skins?

That even now anyone looking like me are given parameters within which they are governed by rules of conduct…might I add your conduct?

Why are offices mirroring plantations? Why are bodies still sold after hours? Why are children still forced to work like adults? Why is the whip now called the belt? Unfair labour governed by contracts? Does this make it right?

Cry me a river will you? perhaps the Mississippi?

———————————–In honour of Jamaica’s Black History month & Upcoming Bob Marley’s birthday