I’m living in a ghost town; All my dreams are upside down, Smiles are frowns, friends act like clowns. And it’s only because My brain’s in fuzz, I can’t ...
Just got shot and killed They told me I’m heading to heaven But why did this happen to me? I’m only seven Barely seen much since kindergarten I’m ...
Editor’s note: This poem was written in observance of International Air Traffic Controllers (ATC) Day on October 20. Up above the airport’s floor ...
My hair doesn’t need to be told to relax… or need to be pressed, or weakened So that it can fly in the wind Or be flung over the shoulder I’d rather carry the ...
Dominica asks why? Why are my people silent? Have they lost their love for me? Have they lost their courage to fight? I am in shackles, I need to be set free. ...
This poem is written by a mother especially to her children, inspired she says, by the Almighty Father. She’s a Dominican living in St. Lucia. ...
Dear life, in regards to the agreement we had some many years ago, I realize that our contract has been breached allow me to point out why I say so. In sections one ...
Straight narrow nose Small pouty pink lips High cheekbones Wavy locks You are beautiful For a black girl they say My heart aches. Racial prejudice Still lives on in ...
I wish you’d look beyond my pretty face —-far past the beautiful eyes, dig deep into my soul to find out what makes me laugh and Discover what makes me ...
We curtsy to him who we do not see And with a girl murdered long ago we drink tea We compliment grandma on how beautifully she has done up her strawberry blonde ...
Dear Miss Beautiful Excuse me if this seems rude, … I know we’ve never met, But I’ve been loving you for a while. Yes, I’ve loved you for a very long ...
Is nature rocks tumbling off a cliff, landslide after much rain? Is nature salt water slapping against a sandy shoreline? Is nature an untouched grassy surface or ...
For years many have rallied around the West Indies Celebrating numerous victories Game by game the Caribbean people have been supportive With a radio to the ears, ...
Circle of love they punctured her artery she screamed at the top of her lungs and spit out the fire of a thousand dragons she hemorrhaged all over spilling blood ...
Time to stand! Time to counteract the crime and violence which seems to hold our country at ransom Time to unite in numbers, time to replace the negativity with ...