When I turn on me
When I am  rejected by self
When my beauty is lost
When I am in poor health
When my hair is thin
When my smile is empty
When it becomes a grin
When my hands wrinkle
When my feet wobble
When in my eyes there is no twinkle
When I age , I turn on ME

The soil is removed, and replaced
With concrete.
The trees are removed, and sold
In decent
The air is polluted, and the
ozone is thin
Under construction, men at work
When will it end?
The waters are undrinkable,
and the flowers now thirst
The Earth cries out as
the constructions gets worst
Earth is under unending
construction by man,
It is Jah who will repair
And give us a Paradise
Land

I want to be the feminine one
I am the feminine one
I was created as the feminine one
Why must HE take that away from me ?          
Let me be the Female

Those who are loved, what a spectacle!
I continue to mourn over my lost, over the lost of my love.
It was not observable, nor durable , nor sustainable....
Those who were loved, what an achievement.
I continue to deny my lost , deny the lost of my love.
Those who are and were in need of love, May you mourn...may you deny....
Love is a spectacle!

The angry man pierces , pinches and pokes me every night.
Using thornes in his left hand and nails in his right .
That bitter man tortures me as i lie in my marital bed ,to put on my nightgown it is something that I dread .
This cruel man hurts me as I cry myself to sleep. it is in a bed of nails that I lie down and weep.