On My Own Terms
On My Own Terms My consent not sought at creationI was created a womanHe thought me beautiful,He thought me capableHe blessed me with the gift of creation.That which you now make a curseBut I’m choosing nowI choose to be a woman on my own termsNot meant for the kitchen and your bedNot meant to just…
Poems of a Jamaican Girl.
I can leave you I swear With Scalpel to my soul The difference between us and you Leaves me as a whole So Mask to face And Fragrant Sevo I’ll go under Four , three, two… Wether I wake Or kiss turns blue I’ll recover Free from you By Praiziz
How did we get Here?
Even homogeneous societies still into self manageable or micro-identities.