Dramatic Verse Poems

   Is a stick broke Inna har ears or piece a wood. This likkle gyal nuh listen innu, me tell har stop walk round wid

I am the daughter of a sharecropper
I am the real granddaughter of Netta
I am the element of surprises

Sadness and gladness is a part

He called my poem
Wise and tropical
The heat of the Caribbean:

The tongue of the goddess
Years of eating so much
Fishcakes lace

I was in love with a Poem:

The poet lured her victims into her wild kingdom of
Word, words, words, that
became the forest

This land of the free has become more of a jail cell. Gun control and martial law leave no room to tell. Who is good

Cannot comprehend the intensity

realizing myself as a living being, roaming

around this world without a reason

I know in full extent, we have a purpose to continue

on

There is always hope, but if hope runs out, there is always prayer 

There is always someone, but if there is no one He still cares 

There