The ancestors still toil within me
Their rough dark hands hold the cutlasses
labouring in the fields of my mind
clearing away the weed and bush of
negative thinking, before burning them
and then digging holes where they will plant
fresh thought suckers like cane tops
that they will manure as the thoughts grow
through minutes as long as the twelve to fifteen
months [...]

by Kerri-Ann M. Smith
Shi used to seh
Children should be seen
And never heard;
And pickeney fi min’ dem business.
And wi used to shut wi mout
And listen.
Mama did love wi!
Shi taught us wisdom and patience
Shi used to seh
Come tan up inna di kitchen
And watch what mi doin
One day it aggo come een handy.
And wi used to push [...]

by: Kerri-Ann M. Smith
Mi come ah dis ya country,
Weh life jus ruff an? hard.
Sometimes mi jus waan pack mi bag
An? goh back ah mi yaad.
Mi miss mi granny cornmeal pone,
And mi good Sunday dinner feast.
Mi tiyad fi nyam left ova food
Lawd, dis ya foreign is a beast!
Mi long fi eat a Easta bun
And piece ah [...]