Woman black and proud
Embrace your roots and bear fruits
The way you move and the way you shape
Rich in flavour and colour
Virtuous woman I call upon you
You are a ventilating Beauty
Shines bright like star
Pure
The men have you to treasure
Look in your eyes
Your skin blemish
Beautiful women
Like you must be adored.

CHRISTENA WILLIAMS ©2012
JAMAICA

I want you to think positive today
Speak up when you have something to say
Stand up and let your voice be heard
Whenever injustice knocks at your door
Don’t be afraid to cry out for mercy
Don’t be afraid to cry so the world may be at your knees

Don’t be afraid to be vocal
Whether foreign or local
Don’t be afraid to challenge the stagnant system
Whether by voice or by the written work
Let our hearts beat as one with the Congo rhythm
Sing out The great reggae legend philosophy
Bob Marley
One Love, One hearts lets get together and feel all right
I and I is a woman of righteousness
Everywhere me step Jah bless

Me radical
Every vagabond has to scatter as the power under which is dwell is internalized
Out of me the almighty specialized and their wicked cult can’t suffice
So open up your eyes
Please do realize
Take away the cobwebs, remove the mask of disguise
And see I prophecy
Paint away the graffiti of one’s mind
Remove the zinc fences and card board boxes
That tries to manipulate
See God
See the devil when he masquerades
Realize his plan
His advocates and be aware


It’s a physical
A spiritual warfare
Soldiers
Put on your armour
Prepare for war
Keep your mind open
Keep it secure
The gateways to your soul
Protect it with spiritual intervention
If you don’t
Illusion
Delusion
Difficult situation
Under the system’s manipulation
Hold an herbal, spiritual meditation
And revolutionized
Modernized this ya mind

Christena AV Williams
Jamaican Radical poet, rap lyricist and Author
Pearls among stones
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What if all you believed was a lie
What if everything was an illusive deceit
Would you commit suicide, continue to believe or investigate the truth?
What if your life depended on it
What would you do?

There is paper trails wrapped up in illusion and like a picture framed
You only see what is there,
At least what the camera shots.

Charisma is subtle
It’s a quality I despise, why?
It’s the traits of politicians,
They tell you sweet bitter lies,
A fool enthralled, you eat it up like it was pork chops and salads
An appetizer
A delight.

Conspiracy theory elaborates truth as well as lies
What are we to believe when the world is built on bluff?
And we are all blind; give me a pair of glasses so I may see the world more vividly
I do however; believe I need more than that.

What holy war is upon us, when will the Jews have some solace?
When will the fat aristocrat evacuate his couch and out of the kings palace?
When will the rich exchange shoes with the poor and vice versa so
They might know the shackled ******* life as well as champagne and caviar.

We question the possibility of what takes precedence
I may Google the net, read a thousand books
Dive in all sorts of information
But I guess my appetite wouldn’t be satisfied because my eyes and ears
Had enough to realize and acknowledge that the world is built truly on illusion
If you don’t believe me, take the movies,
They use graphics and all the technology at their leisure for things to appear real
Actors and actresses like wise
We are all plunged in by theses perceptive beliefs
That precipitates a reality that conjures fictitiously real.


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Christena Antonia Valaire Williams.
April 17, 2013

One day
I was walking
Down Heller’s street
When I heard
Noise

Some loud
Radio
Kids playing
It was a busy day
As I was to turned

The corner
I heard
If I am sure
Precisely
Someone bellowed

You are not human
Turning
As I was curious
To know
Who made such a comment

And to whom it was made reference to
Immediately
As I looked around
There was a guy
From the ping pong store

Just shouting
On top of his voice
In such rage
To another guy
I stood still

As the guy
Shouting dressed in an apple shirt
To the other guy
Who was in a navy blue shirt
“You are not human”

The navy blue guy responded,
If I am not human
Then,
What am I?
There was a silence

The navy blue guy
Repeated himself
Trying to compel
The other guy to respond
But the other guy was too distraught

Or lost of words
I would presume
He just hung his head
And walked off
Slowly

And we were all
Left in Aw
Not knowing
What really transpired
Or what the discrepancy

Was all about
But one thing
For sure
That was left prominent
In our heads

Was the awakening
Question
That left us all mute
If I am not human
Then,
What am I?

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Christena Williams

I want to feel at peace
After the storm
I want to relax
And feel at ease
Have calm
Feel loved and appreciated
I just want to feel
Taste a sweet side of life
Not just dream of it
But hold and conceive it
As if it were new birth
I want to breathe it
Like new fresh air
After all
I have been through
Sadness and pain
I just want a new start
A clean slate
Just once
To feel happy
Joy in my heart
And have a wide smile
And when people see me
They will know
That finally
I have seen
Blue skies.

Anna Chavell Stewart

Thouest my love
Flattering like a sparrow
Chirp and sing
Melodies
Then thou art
Take this love
And let us travel
Like travelling musicians
Breaking down
China’s wall
Rebuilding Berlin
Asleep we lie
In the kings palace
Take this heart
As if we were
Romeo and Juliet
Underlying passion
If we must die
I wish to die
In love
Holding you
With clutch hands
Like sinking titanic
Whisper
Soft
In my winters heart
Slowly
Take me into a trance
Like a summers night dream.

CHRISTENA ANTONIA VALAIRE WILLIAMS ©2012
JAMAICA

Bartender
Pour me some more
Let me stumble through the back door
Let the police
Smell the poignant aroma of rhythm and blues
Collide with my Genius creative expression
Handcuff me for resisting being silent
Check my breath for the bubbles of a drunken poet
Spitting up words and rhymes
Expressively with profanity of poetry
Charge me with intoxication
Verbal sensation
Before the judge
I plea guilty
Poetic confinement recommended
On the walls I write art
Painting out the graffiti of the prisoner’s thoughts
And colouring with poetic expressions

Bartender
Pour me some more
Until my cup overflows
I just can’t get enough
Let this liquor become embedded in my arteries and lungs
Let it be in my very DNA
Let it flow through my blood and veins
Through my heart and mind
Let it be hypnosis for my dreams
I drank poetry and it tasted delicious.



CHRISTENA ANTONIA VALAIRE WILLIAMS ©2012
JAMAICA

Phenomenal woman indeed
Your poems discovered me
While I was just a teenager
Not sure of my place
But there you were inked in many books
Speaking fearless deep within
A master of the ink
Engraving emotions
Tears, pain, joy and strength of a Black Woman
Resonated a power so deep and devine
Your creative, Angelic style
Inspired me to write poetry
That can break down pain
And wipe baby’s tears
And elderly wrinkled cheeks
Your poems hug me like a mothers arm
Your poem is like armor facing a war
Standing up for my beliefs
And expressing it freely
Your style and the woman you are is emulated
I say Thank you Maya Angelou
For you is an inspiration
And for that
Here's my poem as a dedication.

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Christena Antonia valaire Williams

They going to hear rhymes they never heard before
It will come as a rap beat, right down to Biggie and Tupac
So slick and *******
I am the rebirth
I am like an angel that walks the earth
I revolutionized
I am the element of surprise
Read my script like an animation on paper
For this new millennium
I plan to start the New Year
As a fresh poet and poetical rapper
With a little more style and more grammar
So don’t mistake me for those wannabees
I will work my *** off to fulfill my destiny
I will never sell my soul
To achieve the worlds gold and vanity
But I stay true and conscious
Because I know I am precious
With Christ I grow old
I am black and bold

My rhymes are a combination of words and grammar
A few misfits, an editor would penalized
But when you check my style
A gift you just can’t deny
I don’t beg for recognition
I don’t kiss ***** to gain fame or do self proclamation
I am the phantom that will earn my respect
In print my name is engraved
My path is paved, many are called
But only a few is chosen by God
Against all the odd
Connect my analogy
I am a poetical Genius
My lyrics are like a composed orchestrated
Musical rhapsody
Call me prodigy
I am the rebirth of Modern Rhymery.

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Christena  AV Williams