"ackee" poems - Hello Poetry

Oh Jamaican girl,where is your patois? where is your long dreads of natural hair? your culture? Jamaican girl,sing your country's national anthem How do you not like reggae? what kind of Jamaican are you? You see the ackee and codfish I stuffed down my throat on a Saturday morning would never be enough for them. My extinctive use of the English language made them sick at their guts The fact that my waistline won't move in such a manner to alarm others. Born in the Yard Grew up in the suburbs Never boastful;always grateful So Jamaican girl you try to act white on purpose? Wear 'American clothes' And perm your hair? My nationality will coexist throughout my veins Will never hit sunlight unless my tongue decides to move in that direction. Will never be ashamed of my heritage as I am proud of it,yet also modified to not be defined by it.

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Apr 23, 2017

Apr 23, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC

chanelthepoet

Jamaican girl

Oh Jamaican girl,where is your patois? where is your long dreads of natural hair? your culture? Jamaican girl,sing your country's national anthem How do you not like reggae? what kind of Jamaican are you? You see the ackee and codfish I stuffed down my throat on a Saturday morning would never be enough for them. My extinctive use of the English language made them sick at their guts The fact that my waistline won't move in such a manner to alarm others. Born in the Yard Grew up in the suburbs Never boastful;always grateful So Jamaican girl you try to act white on purpose? Wear 'American clothes' And perm your hair? My nationality will coexist throughout my veins Will never hit sunlight unless my tongue decides to move in that direction. Will never be ashamed of my heritage as I am proud of it,yet also modified to not be defined by it.

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You're the ackee in my saltfish Condensed milk in my tea The patty in my coco bread Without you there is no me. Just like coconut water You're good for my heart And Mr.Wray without his nephew Is like when we are apart. When you wrap your arms around me Like banana leaf on blue draaws There is nothing I wouldnt do for you You know that im all yours. I want to be with you always Like when tin milk get short An dem marry it with it to de mackerel to make sure de mackerel get bought. Like carrot juice on Sunday Mango in the summertime I cant get enough of you Please tell me you will be mine.

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Jul 18, 2014

Jul 18, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC

gathron

Jamaican Love Poem

You're the ackee in my saltfish Condensed milk in my tea The patty in my coco bread Without you there is no me. Just like coconut water You're good for my heart And Mr.Wray without his nephew Is like when we are apart. When you wrap your arms around me Like banana leaf on blue draaws There is nothing I wouldnt do for you You know that im all yours. I want to be with you always Like when tin milk get short An dem marry it with it to de mackerel to make sure de mackerel get bought. Like carrot juice on Sunday Mango in the summertime I cant get enough of you Please tell me you will be mine.

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I expected this but not so soon I was just finally enjoying being me Leaving here is going to be like leaving behind a huge part of me This is where I was born Where I grew up , where I first experienced true love Where I first experienced heartbreak This is where I became Kay-Ann But part of me is happy I'm going to begin a new life A new life full of possibilities Surely I'll miss my homeland I'll miss the food My dear ackee and saltfish I'll miss the sights Devon House and Emancipation Park I'll miss the people My friends from school and past loves But migrating is all about starting anew Starting that new chapter in the book of me.

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Jan 9, 2014

Jan 9, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC

kay-ann-1

Leaving Jamaica

I expected this but not so soon I was just finally enjoying being me Leaving here is going to be like leaving behind a huge part of me This is where I was born Where I grew up , where I first experienced true love Where I first experienced heartbreak This is where I became Kay-Ann But part of me is happy I'm going to begin a new life A new life full of possibilities Surely I'll miss my homeland I'll miss the food My dear ackee and saltfish I'll miss the sights Devon House and Emancipation Park I'll miss the people My friends from school and past loves But migrating is all about starting anew Starting that new chapter in the book of me.

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a Jamaican dish unripe fruit, real poisonous has black seeds, ackee

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Oct 6, 2021

Oct 6, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC

joseph-g-schelling

Ackee

a Jamaican dish unripe fruit, real poisonous has black seeds, ackee

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