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] 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] 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]
She Bawled Jahri Ann
She bawled
She bawled
She crawled
Not another, not another
So she fell on her knees
Though she wasn’t Begging please
Held her hand out to the above
Cried
The way of life had lied
Fell to the ground
Atmosphere of no sound
Sobbing, throbbing
Heartfelt, sorrowful tears
Down heart tears weren’t drops dripping from her cheeks
They were floods and she was drowning in them
Her wails echoed the whole-of-the-world
They looked in her direction
Then after
They paid no attention
A love taken away
As she viewed the body of her diminished boyfriend
Once so vivacious
Yet now lifeless young black man
No words to say
Only from this heart, that never moves lips
Words cloaked up inside
Only for looking onlookers…
Who still never grasp truly the
Words her heart say
For she bawled, she crawled
She use to tell him
If you don’t have a weapon you will have no weakness
If you have a weapon, latter is your weakness
Couldn’t find enough tears to cry
So she rode a wave in the ocean
To let out these bleak and black emotions
To express her devotions
To the black man she loves
Right back to Africa
She found enough tears
Enough to relinquish all fears
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