As I open my eyes I see this handsome man, who’s my father.I listen to his voice as I held on to his finger with my tiny hand, I listen as he talk, suddenly with the cutest smile I gav...

As I sit outside thinking back where did I went wrong, was I wrong to fall in love with you, was I wrong to care about you, was I wrong to tell you good morning, good afternoon are good...

if you have me what would you do, if i was you i would love cheerish and respect me more, if i gave you my heart what would you do, if i was you i would love me more, what if i don’t t...

As i put on my winter coat over my cold body wishing it was summer time once more, i have to work even when i can’t feel my finger’s are my toes, as i walk with my hands in my pocket wo...

AS I sit by myself Thinking about how much more I want you in my life and how I love and cared for you, it bring’s me joy just to think about you, I waited all my life just to be wi...

Driving on the dark red dirt road in a place call manchester, driving and looking at the tree’s and chrildren playing base ball, skip rope and over the pond as the the car drive’s down ...

Who are you to judge, i was born dark, i was born white who are you to judge if i am spanish, Asian, European are African, who are you to judge if i was born Jamaican. Who are you to ju...

As I sit here waiting for you to help me pick my beautiful cherrries.looking in the East I could see the glorious sunshine I stood there watching the baby rose's open in a beautiful flo...

By the stream I stood looking at my shadow in the beautiful milk river, my mind began to stray as I looked at the tree leaves blow's in the warm summer breeze, in the distance you can h...

Why did you leave without saying goodbye, each day and each night I went to bed with a silent cry, why did you tell me a lie, you lie about how much you love and cared for me but instea...

Dinkie Donut Dumplings, roasting something in a pot of Dinkin something. Dunking Dumplings baking in Donnie’s pot of Dipping Dumplings sweetish pumpkin. Duley plumkin eat a pot of Dripp...

AS the cold season approaches i started to remember the wonderful times we share with each other, as i lay on my bed my mind began to drift away then i started to day dream of the roma...

I miss the sweet reggea music, the beautiful smile on the local’s that live in the beautiful villages, as i think about the jerk chicken and the jerk pork and don’t mention the mannish...