ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I was born and raised in the beautiful island of Jamaica for 12 years. Then I lived in New York City for 3 years, until I somehow ended up back in Jamaica and lived there for 5 years. (By now you should have guessed my age) I am currently a college student in the US majoring in sociology and a minor in English. I love writing very much but since I returned to the US I have found it rather difficult to re-ignite that flame and passion that I had for writing. Hopefully as I post my work in Storymania, I can receive constructive criticism, or reviews of my work. I welcome negative reviews of my work because I feel this can help me to make my writing better. Things like, “this poem sucks!” or “I don’t understand anything you are talking about in this writing,” I welcome with open arms. I have traveled around, and have numerous experiences as it relates to the environment in which I’ve lived in. I admire diversity and culture, and hopefully someday, my admiration and interest in the various ways in which people live their lives can influence me more profoundly to reach out to people. I feel that writing is a way to start and gives me a chance to cut across borders and transcend across the continents, across ethnicity and race. Especially since I attend a university that is historically white, and 90% of the students are white middle-class Americans and I myself is of African descent. My passion for diversity increases the more I am in this kind of environment.
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (10) Denied (Poetry) The feelings of a girl child when her mother abandoned her in the 3rd world, and how the child felt under the govt. system that provided no justice or security based on this abandonment. [115 words] [Erotic] I'm Lazy. (Poetry) This is about how a person can be in conflict with certain human emotions. I gave human emotions a more literal approach. Written when I was 14. [350 words] [Mind] Jamaican Youngster (Poetry) The Jamaican education system and it's negative effects on youngsters. [273 words] [Crime] Liberia (Short Stories) About a girl that lived in New York but now lives in Jamaica and is appalled at the delapidated culture around her in school, she doesn't fit in, she doesn't belong. Now we've all been through this. [2,260 words] [Teenage] Russle (Poetry) About an innocent man that got gunned down during an attempted armed robbery. [225 words] [Crime] She Bawled (Poetry) The hurt of a woman as her love's life was taken away by a violent act [179 words] Spencer (Short Stories) Spence’s life is filled with ups-and-downs. Police is after him, circumstances keep arising. He is involved in drug trade, extortion from multiple business owners, money laundering, organized crime, r... [4,984 words] The Mystify One I Watched In The Heat Of The Night (Poetry) Is it just my imagination. A poem about imaginative attraction. [125 words] Turning Off The Lights (Poetry) What happens when you turn off the lights? [123 words] [Crime] What's Still Worst (Poetry) Inspiring people to be more conscious about what's happening in the world, and to play their part in bettering it through unity, and hope. [131 words]
Dwellings On The Hills Jahri Ann
A house on the hill is what we all dream of
Huge, expensive
Vehicles parked in these massive remote control garages
I see lives of luxury as we drive higher and higher
up these hills with dwellings
bigger more out of this third world houses
Balconies on which they can stand and
Look down on what is beautiful
I don’t know
When all that is really there to see is
poverty down below
all they can see are zinc houses
zinc roofs in which
rocks are used to
hold it in place
for hurricane season is always staring
them in the face
drained souls
drained hopes
oppressed bodies
depressed faces
enough is enough
while their pockets are getting fuller
poverty doesn’t have pockets to begin with
enough is enough
though everything just gets rough
as we drive in circles
going down
down
down
Poverty alongside these green hills
With wealthy dwellings
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