|
|
Search
Results (3)
Life
(Poetry)
9-02-2005
by Yonique Myrie
I wake up dead
my soul stares at my body
body in blood
I listen to my sins
a sratch record
my life's record
I whisper
a silent prayer
a prayer of peace
I feel
the heat of the past
fire for my soul.
Via - lens
(Poetry)
18-05-2005
by Yonique Myrie
Through the lens
I can see that society
is bawling for little peace
and less misery.
Growing up in the ghetto
with no food fi eat
A gun inna mi pocket
a sure source to feast
Via gun
mi mother seize fi breed
Via gun
mi father lose...
when the ground beneath us shakes
(Poetry)
9-02-2005
by Yonique Myrie
We shall sing
the song of the times
when the ground beneath
us shakes
when light is no more
the famine strikes
hunger and fear
when the baby cries
echoing despair
when the doors
remain shut
We shall sing
the voice is
all...
|
