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] Dwellings On The Hills (Poetry) - [129 words] [Drama] 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] 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]
Jamaican Youngster Jahri Ann
Do my feelings matter?
The emotions of a youngster
Shoved away in a corner
Shutted up, shouted at
Treated disrespectfully
Because of age and skin colour
While they talk pointlessly
But not about the emotions of a youngster
While they walk on the pathway that leads to nowhere
But only away from a youngster in fear
This harsh and aggressive way
To have their way with youngsters
Not even thinking that day by day
They grow older, life flips the pages
These life enfolders, gone away by the ages
Into mobsters, gangsters, prisoners all errs
Come back to end any life even your own
Ringing in your ears like an old telephone
Memories and forgetfulness of the treatments received while a youngster facilitates their acts.
Bottles up insides, these emotions
So transverse and versatile,
So complex, so endless and to the max
Until they burst and the bottle cracks
into pieces, let lose these dogs on leaches
That can smash any soul away, everyday
On the news another act in lewd but somewhat shrewd
What about my thoughts?
What about what I’ve seen?
What about me?
The future
Mis-educated, rated as nothing really
These youngsters, voices muffled
Hands cuffed, beaten, threatened
Educational system wasted the black youngster
Diminished them to zero when they were a hero.
That they needed to try harder, when
The educational system slouched, with a pouch of junk, s/t like food
That they didn’t study enough when the tests tested
But whether you had computer database memory.
Output facts, and that was that
Lacked resources, lacked teachers,
But devious preachers, who abused authority
Lacked encouragement and positiviTY.
The psychological part constrained.
And strained, it tamed them NEGATIVLY.
Uniforms pressed to pressure them
Oppressed them and not treasure them
The subject English done only
to cut off their life’s sentences,
Write their stories, control their souls,
For prison and death sentences
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