Jamaica di irie likkle island of mineeverytime I come to yuh, yuh smell so fineMe wanna kiss yuh, and make my dreams come truebecause i miss you, when i see you i feel blue oh jamaica nowwith dem people so nicewith dem rastaman and ristoyou make me equalize I need you in the morningI need […]

Oh Jamaica of mine,Island of sunYou are so divineYou bring so much fun Port Antonio a townSo beautyfull and oldI let it be knownI will not be unfold Untill I see you againI’m your biggest fan Is there something betterThan jerk chicken and rice?If so write me a letterIt would be very nice I miss […]

In the time before we thoughtabout each other-there was chaos,mis-aligned thinking-day tripping, people lined upto assassinate characters and dreams.This was before we knew- of ourselves, each other,when schemes unfolded to penetrate, to perpituate misconceptionsof the thinking man, black, white, indian, latino, that type of plan.Before there was us, there was me-and sometimes you-runningtowards, going away […]

Here we are once again,Hugging and kissing,embracing folks we only hear about-hearing how much we have grownand who we favor There’s uncleswho are so funnyand aunts who are constantly saying;come here baby. Everyones favorite foodis stretched out on the table;it seems to go on for miles;grown-ups are having quiet drinks,and soft conversations in the kitchen […]

The poem “Bans a Killin” written by Miss Lou (Louise Simone Bennett-Coverley OM, OJ, MBE) can be found in her book Aunty Roachy Seh So yuh a de man me hear bout! Ah yuh dem seh dah teck Whole heap a English oat seh dat yuh gwine kill dialec! Meck me get it straight, mas Charlie, […]

The poem “Dry-Foot Bwoy ” written by Miss Lou (Louise Simone Bennett-Coverley OM, OJ, MBE) can be found in her book Aunty Roachy Seh Wha wrong wid Mary dry-foot bwoy? Dem gal got him fi mock, An when me meet him tarra night De bwoy gi me a shock! Me tell him seh him auntie an […]

The poem “No Lickle Twang” written by Miss Lou (Louise Simone Bennett-Coverley OM, OJ, MBE) can be found in her book Aunty Roachy Seh Me glad fi see yuh come back, bwoy, But lawd, yuh let me dung Me shame a yuh so till all a Me proudness drop a grung. Yuh mean yuh go dah […]

Love like I’ve never known.Touches me with gentle caress,Calms me with loving tenderness,And soothes me in my distress.Love like I’ve always dreamed,Like I’ve always hoped, but never in my reach.Love of a father to a son, I’ve wished for,You gently mould me, You gently teach.Thank you for being in my life.You’ve always loved me, even […]

Oh Jamaica, my Jamaicawhere have you gonewhere is your sweet smellwhere is your laughterwhere is your innocenceOh Jamaica, my JamaicaI skipped to your breezeI dance to your windyour sun made me strongOh Jamaica, my Jamaicawhere is your embracesweeter than gold and richer than "money"small to a few yet large to the worldOh Jamaica, my Jamaicahave […]

Born and raised in Kingston, JamaicaMy homeland, land of my rootsGot dat yaady style about miAnd dat patois accent to boot Mi used to love to sit unda di mango treeWaiting fi a mango fi dropOr getting a short hook stickTo pick some sour sop Shaking dung di plum treeOr making some tambrin ballAnd mi […]