I miss home

I miss the lingo

the language the slang

the pace

the no scene attitude

the way we ring a gyal ears with lyrics

just to mamaguy

I miss Mayvis Friday morning gossip

telling EVRYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!

that neighbor pregnant

and would not even mention

that she common law kinda funny

I miss prakash on the lil stationary bike and he faithful 3 canal

even when it is dry season

I miss reading the storyline

when Gramoxone relly use to drink good

I miss meh Silver Fox and the rising sun

the Jackass who killing the Movement

and the promise off new projects that start and never finish.

ah miss when rain set it up to fall

principal leh everybody living in south go.

I miss hearing politicians promise to fix the road in LaBrea

I miss everything about you, yet nothing.

I hold on to these quixotic memories of you

like a beat up, abused common law who swear dat dat is RELL Love

I love the idea that I play a part in fixing you.

I Miss coming together with you to achieve

more than what you set yourself for.

I miss the listening to the song

I..... PLEDGE !!!!!!!!!
TO SERVE MY COUNTRY
TOBAGO AND TRINIDAD
I PLEDGE
NOW THAT SHE NEEDS ME
I WILL WORK HARD

then guilty when I hear

SEE THEM RUNNING AWAY
TO THEM FOREIGN COUNTRY
NO WAY!!!!!!!!
NO WAY
NO WAY HOSAY

you are my first love
and my first heart breat
you are mother
you are child
you are my past
that's indelibly linked to my future.
you are my love
and more than my obligation

we become numb to the man's horrors
we become oblivious to the our self inflicted scars
genocide, the racism, sexism, religious relativism,
crimes against humanity, do we really see our society relative
to others?
telling each other daily my life is worth more than yours
while smiling in each other's face
deception......the name of the game
that has been become the cliche these days
in the era of hope and change...
as if this change. reflects a new image that tells that we just
as hideous as the one who killed ,
the one who planned to assassin
as the one who picked up a mop stick
to strike life out of her own child
how diff. are we that they manifest
what we sometimes try to suppress but
simply regress.
is it our nature
to want peace yet we consume
to the point where we force our
government's hand to
feed us
in ways that we that we have yet
to come to terms with
Liberals seek peace and fair trade
destroying small markets as the ones
where I came from
destroying democracies catalyzing
atrocities as Rwanda, COngo, and El Salvador
did you really think Rwanda was about ethnicity?
cite de soliele lay on the treshold american hegemony
and now the we complain about this ideological disease
that has returned with different strains and different symptoms
but the same pain.

Sit down and think for a minute of how we came to be
Right here, right now,
From prisoners of intercine wars, and descendents of enslaved Africans
Across the main land to the sea shore, chained and shackled,
Whipped and raped, spat on, forbidden to read, taken away from your GOD,
Your culture, your language, your past, taken away from your identity
Placed on auction blocks as sons lost their mothers, daughter lost their fathers
Husbands lost their wives, families never the same

Think again for a brief moment,
When the first letters of self determination was written,
When acts of self determination, tattooed in our psyche
As many of our ancestors turned to the North Star
As many of our ancestors became maroons, formed
Their own societies, their own communities,
Like the first Free African Society, and Black Churches
Was organized and blacks began advocating for freedom, for equality.

Think of the times when non-violence served its purpose,
As thousands lay their bodies on the line with sound mind
Body and soul knowing that they shall not be moved.
Think about the times when fist punched the sky
And afros, the barrel of a gun, and we all read FRANTZ FANON
Where Black was Comely, where BLAKCNESS was reclaimed

Think about this journey to the where we arrive in the present
Where we have arrived at the possibility of a Black President.
After being kidnapped, and whipped and raped, and dragged across an ocean
Where we weren’t allowed to read, write, pray, or possess our own bodies.
Here we stand on the threshold of an AUDACITY
Here we stand on the doorsteps of toppling notions white supremacy
Here we stand on the doorsteps of having an honest discourse on race
And may be on slavery
And may be on the colonialism, colorism, and sexism,
Or maybe it would be an excuse to forget about the past that rendered
Us drones and zombies,
Just BLACK BODIES stacked up in football stadiums
hacked up in Rwanda, and bombed Tulsa Oklahoma
massacred in Sudan and neglected in Haiti,
where are we, who are we,
as we assess this progress in our illusionary realities
hoping for a change
hoping that may be we can forget we lived for 500 years
hoping that we have finally dried our eyes and there isn’t any tears.