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I am afraid to love has I have been broken too many times before
Like the sun I have lost its core
Like the rain my tears pour
I am afraid to love
I fear to make a step of faith and walk through loves door
There’s a linger of a permanent soar

I am afraid to love has I have been broken too many times before
I have had my wings patched up
My eyes sowed in and my heart tranquilized with pain and regret
I have been in this terrible nightmare like an induced coma
That I am unable to be awaken from

I am too afraid to love
To give love another shot
A shot that might paralyze my soul and stop my heart
Destroy my very existence
Struck me dumb or mute with fear

Fear to love and be loved
I am afraid to love has I have been broken too many times before
And it hurts me right down to the core
And my heart pains me once more
And like a fallen bird I fail to soar
Fail to find Paradise Island
I am in the wilderness hoping to be rescued
As I am afraid to love
My Dear.

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Christena Antonia Valaire Williams
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
The men have you to treasure
Look in your eyes
Your skin blemish
Beautiful women
Like you must be adored.

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
In the archives of Gleaner. A newspaper company in Jamaica. Pen name was used.
Turn up the boom box
Let’s hear some classic remixing
Close the curtains
Turn down the shades
I am the lady of the night
Let’s rock away
As I wish not to sleep
But just have some fun
I want to go back
When loving you
Was real
When kisses and roses
Were romantic
When music was sweet
Soothing to ears
When the taste of love
Was irresistible
When music and love
Was at its best
Write your name across my heart
Was my song
Sealed with a kiss
When I was your lady in red
Turn down the shades
Close the curtains
Let’s hear the classic remixing
Turn up the boom box

Christena Antonia Valaire Williams
found in the Archives of The Gleaner Company of Jamaica
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

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.

This like a poetry Rap.
One day
I was walking
Down Heller’s street
When I heard

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

The corner
I heard
If I am sure
Someone bellowed

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

And to whom it was made reference to
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
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

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
That left us all mute
If I am not human
What am I?

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Christena Williams
They fear me
What they fear is my strength
They fear my capabilities
I surprise them with audacity
In challenging them mentally
They fear confrontation
They fear creativity
They fear natural aura
They fear that I overcome hate with love,
Anger with kindness
They fear my boldness
They fear I can think on my own
What I represent frightens them
I am a threat to the system of conformity
I am a threat to the world system
They blame me for riots- revolts-revolutions
They fear my conscious approach
They fear that I love myself that I am still\natural in –
Skin tones- hair- eyes- principles- values- standards
They fear that I am not a replica
I am firm in the choice of music
I am self-motivated
They paint me to the world as a rebel and terrorist
Is it true what they say?
That I- bomb countries and taking lives
Have I invaded?
Did I ****, ******, genocide, extinct
Have I disrupted lives?
Have I killed?
Was it I?
You know most of all what they fear
It is what they paint me to be is untrue
Therefore, they slaughter us
Turn others of our own kind against us
Why do they do this?
Because I am different
Difference is something they fear.

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Christena AV Williams
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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
Beat the Congo
Blow the horn
Wave your hand
Out of many one people
What a vibration
In a this little island

Even though we can’t live as one
But when a party time
We unite
Nuh matter the culture (it doesn’t)
We a full joy we self
You have Rasta talking
Christians praying
Bay song playing (in the context Bay means a lot)
Smiles on everybody faces
Out many one people

So come the Chinese, British, Syrians, Americans, Indians
Every Caribbean and rest of the world
Come to Jamaica
And feel alright
Listen some Bob
Don’t carry no jewelry
Because you will get rob
But come and eat
Have a feast
Enjoy we beach

Energy a shot
Drink a cold beer
Relax under the coconut tree
Feel free
We have **** chicken
Curry goat
Festival, rice, Bammy
Fry and steam fish
Come enjoy we cultural dish
Food galore
Go back a your country
Tell every boy and girl
Say Jamaica nice

We know say crime and violence
A plague
But don’t let that stop you
Cause everybody welcome
Nuh matter taste (It doesn’t)
Come in a haste
Cause we have a celebration
Jam dung vibration
Me a tell the politician
Say me a send out a special invitation
But first we yard need renovation
Build up Jamaica
And education
Cause we live in a paradise
Black, green and gold
We proud and bold
As we motto say
Out of many one people.

I spoke my native language mixed with English.( Patois or Creole) this poem was Short listed in Desmond O' Grady poetry competition in Ireland. A spoken piece was done also.
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
In writing-In praise-In memory. Google this book or Blurb.Its by Brian Wrixon
You whisper sweet words
I feel your lust
Driven by ****** thoughts
You pluck my chord
Play me like a violin
String by string
Seductively driving me insane
Setting my whole body in motion
I long to be entangled in
You like a web
Kissing your lips
And turning you red
Take a trip in my land
And pleasure me
Taking me to the heights of ******
These desires filling you
You need not to hide it
Like Victoria’s secret
But reveal
For I wish for you to massage and
Touching every pressure point
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Rehab for poets is not to flush words or good poetry out of your system
But to feed us more like candy
We have revolutionized the meaning of rehab
Out of etymology and dynamics
We now tell you that rehab for poets
Is for us to be an addict even more
Because enough poetry is not enough

But we do warn to avoid becoming vain or allow fame
To be your demise
Because true poets do it out of love
If you lose perspective
Its not rehab but rather you need intervention

Amy whine house sang the song
“That they want to take her to rehab and she says NO NO”
But we say yes yes
It’s not a drug of self destruction
Take it in its right dose
And you will be fine

I say readers:
Welcome to my world
Out of rehab for poets
True talents emerge
Giving magical expressions and flooded emotions
Compiled in words, sentences, phrases and paragraphs
To become poetry.
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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
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
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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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
Closed door
He fiddles her inside
Fluting a tune
She despise
Caressing her
Stripping her of her pride
All she has left are scars to hide
Bewitched by fear
On the spot
She’s left Dumb
Like Maya Angelo
Her torture was so severe
Unable to speak
To cry
She could only scribble
Pain, hurt, shame
On paper
Jumbled thoughts
Flash backs
Poetry became her friend
Who only spoke back
What she wrote
But all this time
The unspoken wanted to be heard
To break the surface of the water
The pain that was disposed
It wanted to speak.

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Christena AV Williams
Jamaica W.I
Thouest my love
Flattering like a sparrow
Chirp and sing
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
In my winters heart
Take me into a trance
Like a summers night dream.

I came by you innocently
But I was driven by ****** urges
Used as the devil’s advocate
To commit wrong
Words cannot make the pain
Go away
Or erase the thoughts of me
Of what I did
I never saw
Until now
Your innocence
That smile
Noble heart
Now I know
I took apart of you
That can’t be retrieved
I know you are tormented
By memories
Flash backs
And even if I die
You would still be trapped
By the pain
So before I leave this earth
Few words I like to share
I am sorry
I am sorry
I am sorry
Ponders thoughts
A loud screams
Begins to sob
I have locked away my horror
But still it torments me
Make me unable to breathe
To sleep
To think clearly
It makes me want to die
So badly
I want my body to rot
I wish not to be buried
Unworthy of such a honor
Burn me
All of what I have said
You felt it too
I end by saying
Please if you can’t forgive me
Please know
That I am sorry.

Christena AV Williams.
Jamaica W.I
This poem is connected  to  the poem " SPEAK"
Born Robert Nesta Marley on February 6, 1945
In nine mile, St.Ann
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery none
But ourselves can free our mind
I grew up on that prophetic message and philosophy
And it never left my soul or mind
You have left a legacy
World renowned
This dreadlocks man left his mark

I believe you were before your time
I was not yet born
When you departured
But your music was my friend
I was built on your roots
Something music lacks today
Your words emanate so powerfully
That builds faith and tear down injustice
It inspire greatness

I remember the man who chants words of ball of fire
Hitting beyond anyone’s imagination
Or comprehension of his God given talent
He has touched hearts from Jamaica to America
Europe to India to Africa all over
His music is worldwide
It’s like a life’s guide
Whether ball head or Rasta man
Bob Marley music lives on
I have yet to see someone like him
His legacy continues with his sons and daughters
With every Jamaican
His message was deep, spiritual and philosophical
To the soul and mind.
The Great Reggae Legend.

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Christena Antonia Valaire Williams
Jamaica W.I
In writing-In praise-In memory (Poetry book of Anthology by Brian Wrixon, )My poem is featured.
While we stood by
And allowed others
To exploit
And degrade the earth
We are as guilt as they
We did nothing
To stop
The **** of the world
The world bellows
Out cries of help
It coughs up pain
And it’s too dry
To cry
We stood by
And watched
While others committed
Pollution and crime
Leaving stains
Of blood and toxic waste
Even God heart aches
The world has to endure
The human lifestyle
One day
It will give way
Sending a message
That it had enough
Of our
Intolerable exploitation
Of The **** of the world.

Christena  Antonia Valaire Williams
Inspired by a very great and phenomenal singer" Tracy Chapman"
This inspirational black folk singer
With a deep spiritual message
And a love and passion for humanity
As driven me to explore the human existence
Her unique and poetic style
As inspired me to go
Deeper in me to find those
Secret message I behold
Which I wish to share with the world

Tracy Chapman is truly great within
Her own way
Her beautiful smile
And charisma is astounding
And that melodious voice
Can full a stadium
The way she plays the guitar
And sings out her heart
I must say she speaks to the

Tracy Chapman is one of the greatest singers  
But unfortunately she’s underrated
I want to let her know
That her work on earth
Wasn’t in vain
As many are with her and because of her music
I began to live for a purpose
Don’t give up the fight
Your music cannot die
It lives on in the hearts of man
I see God’s beauty in your music
And His reflection in your face.

Christena Williams
Can be found in the poetry Anthology By Brian Wrixon, In praise-in ink and -in memory bought on Blurb.
I dream a dream
I dreamt the day when we were not perfect or immune to fear
But we were in one accord, despite our doubts and differences
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I felt love so strong in an atmosphere of once
So war and anger,
For the first time babies stare
For the first time the homeless was fed and cared
For the first time I thought, Christmas came everyday
This was a dream within my dreams
A dream I dream never to be awaken
This is my letter to the world,

I dream a dream,
That every boy and girl will be taught that they are special
And have an uplifted self esteem,
I envision the sun shining through the cracks of dawn,
The day that injustice will be mercy’s pawn,
I dream of a better world perceived through the eyes of unblemished child,
I dream of sunsets in smiles
I dream of masks removing beneath the disguise,
I dream… To scream like a timid girl, yell on top of my voice:
Wake up world.
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Christena Antonia Valaire Williams.

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