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Jamaica Gleaner / Equality

All men are equal,

But what is the quality of our equality?

An ongoing sequel,

Of cruel comparisons causing calamity.

We replaced the kinks in our head,

With kinks in our brains of dread,

Corrupting our thoughts to what society said;

‘Til finally we are dead.

Social stratification starts from procreation,

Even in schools we have ‘traditional’ interpretations,

Where do we go to fix our relations?

To the place where humanity matters no faces.

For se all will come last when we speak of races.

Fabrizio Darby


I regret what this has developed into

You said to trust you but my mind says differently

A smile to love, a hug to melt

You were surely my best friend. way back then

Many things have occurred during our tenure together

Many laughs, many tears, many hurts and many pains

On my side it was and still is a stain.

I’ve washed my heart so many times,

but this stain just seems to be as stubborn as the new person I have become.

No longer do I smile as much

No longer do I love as much

This world has become a cycle of disappointment and grief.

Why did it have to be so

At first I could hardly say no

Now, ha, the face rejects before the heart is given a chance.

I hate how it has to become, neither do I see a positive outcome.

Save me Lord, save me

I need to love again.


C Card

The C card

is a sad one

in what ever way you interpret it



once a red flag always a red flag

those kind of results

are not positive

sometimes you felt you have been dealt

with a whole pack of jokers

and the jokes are no longer funny

in first aid

you have to make the decision

after careful evaluation

if it hurts to save and you could lose your life

and the one you are trying to save

you must call for help

two heads better than one

you have to give up

those childhood valleys

in one “whoosh” you became 3 to 6 again

and it was not a happy happy feeling …

Ila Ikon

Who will I trust

Woe unto me, what will I do now?

There is nothing any where to eat

There are thirsty men out there waiting for my blood

They devise mischief upon their beds

Do not trust not even your friend

Not even your mother instead

Lift your heads and look to the Lord

Get out of the darkness into the light

Sing praises because that works faster

Sing Halleluiah, sing Halleluiah

Trust God only my friend

Micah 7

Hortense Francis

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