A Day in Downtown, Kingston🌼

I didn’t want to be at home, I just wanted to leave. Told my mom I was going downtown and I asked her if she wanted anything to eat. Jumped on a bus with earphones in my ears, A man came on the bus preaching that judgment day was near. I finally reach, but I…

Clique.

Broken hearts, Broken circles, Once we were friends, now we don’t sit at the same table. Tension rise, Emotions are unstable, Broken trust, these relationships can’t be rekindled. Secretly missing, Publicly cursing, Generation to generation, a curse that can’t be broken. Whose fault is it? Surely not mines, Here we go again, another argument you…

My boyfriend Wray 💧

I promised my mother I would stay away from him, The withdrawal symptoms started, The sweating and the trembling. I needed him, he was my escape. Mom came in the room, smiled and said, “I failed you my little sunshine, my little high school daughter is already a rum head.” My eyes were twitching and…

I still have hope.

It felt like a dark cloud was over my head for a few days. I wasn’t doing my normal routine. I stopped engaging with my blogging community. I was hardly eating and I was constantly feeling fatigue. My thoughts were all over the place, I was slowly losing myself. I would sit in the corner…

Poem: “I spoke with a woman Lastnight”

I was at the bus stop last night, I turned around and saw an elderly lady sitting, smiling, She said, “Come here young one.” I could see the pain in her eyes, With regret filling them as she continues with her life. She started to speak without hesitation, She said, “I regret it, I regret…

Poem: “That Man is hurting too”

I looked in his eyes,I could see his pain,He is hurting,So many scars on his body,He’s been working. From 5 in the morning to 10 in the night,He’s been around that factory machine,Society taught him, that’s it is his job to provide. My father is in pain,All these working hours, but still no gain.Mom doesn’t…

Poem: “I will continue to grow.”

I hardly get any water,but people don’t see that.They judge me from my roots to head,speaking how I looked withered. When I asked them to passed me a cup water, they came up with excuses,I was dying, needed assistance,scarred with bruises. But I was determing,I needed to survive,I arched my head towards the sun,I needed…

Poem: “Who the hell name Rejection?”

Ambitious is my middle name.I’m not going to stop until I finish this game, called “Life”.I’m not going to allow it to defeat me. Get up every morning, I look in the mirror,saying these three sentences I hope will stick with me forever,“I’m Beautiful, I’m Smart, I’m going to make it.”Cheering my own self in…