"gyal" poems
Housing waning
Where do you expect me to go?
Stop selling me Harrow
(Not even if you talking Road).
Imma Grove gyal…!
I got my vibe spots and chill spots, my food stalls and book haunts.
We - SJC are not just a Safer Neighbours blight
Given half the obstacles - gentle gentry
maybe more of us would be standing free
I’ll take myself outta Grove when I’mmmm ready.
RBKC done turned up that pressure though.
Knocking down to wipe out
The enriching colour and spice that grew out of adversity
Permission to “celebrate” over the August bank holiday,
No amount of stop and searches g’on make me forget.
We belong here too.
So get to know and stop putting up my rent.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
I don't talk much cuz,
Nobody hears me,
When nobody hears me,
They don't see me,
Ignored like a dead floating fish,
Nobody can save me,
Fine then I abruptly say to thyself,
***** every soul that I consider alive,
Away to anyone who blows a smile at me,
Excuse my behavior all of sudden...,
No!,
Excuse your behavior that I tolerated since my existence began,
Leave me be I need no help from trouble that caused effect,
Everyone be happy in your place of hell that you danced your way to,
I have no more hands to throw out,
I have no sympathy to deliver,
I lost love when I threw my heart away,
Along with burning my emotions into the atmosphere,
I walked away quietly rebalancing thyself somewhere near this beautiful island,
I will call home,
More than just sand,
More than waving waters at my feet,
Sweeter than cut coconuts juice with a pretty straw,
Calmer than the trees breezed in a restful evening,
Prettier than the morning sunrise til the heavenly sunset,
More rhythmic than dem girls hips sway to a reggae beat,
More deeper than a poetic revolutionary black brotha,
I know what I am,
What I like,
What fits me physically and emotionally,
What makes me smile even through the bad,
Who I love to the endless of time,
What's ok to accept and keep it moving,
I say less now because it's just cheap,
I rather work to earn what's owed to me,
Graciously and humbling to my soul,
I only live for me now,
For my own universe.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
Strumming my pain with this paintbrush;
While singing my life with these chords
‘You are killing me softly’
By discriminating my sensuality towards my creativity!
The societal concept of embracing movements
And identifying the aesthetic value of the mind
Or the aesthetic concept of a painting with just
Two colours ‘Black and White’
Labelling the imitation of nature;
changing the concept of gravity.
You see!
The mind-set against me
Is killing me softly!
Why don’t you just love me!
Accept me and my uncommon norms
That expresses all elements of society.
I am not all about practicality
but theory and ingenuity.
Can you imagine how I turn your boredom
into entertainment?
Can you imagine if I was dead?
Your misery, would be such a misery
Because I contribute to eliminate
Misery by turning such misery
into artistry.
But the perception of me
is not just 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th or 5th position
but far- fetched and non- existence.
Watering the marketing fruits
Of medicine, accounting, law,
mediocrity and other fruits that are eligible
to your nature.
While I sit on the side of civil agony,
fighting for your attention; for you to water me.
I’ve been discriminated
And violated by the words
Of the hegemonic community
Who strums my pain
With their mouths;
While I sing my life
With these chords
‘You are killing me softly’
I am more than just your
Rolly Polly-Jambalassi- masquerader or One drop movement
I am not just your pick me up
When you want me to tell your
La Diabless story or sing to you future fantasy!
I am more than just your ordinary
Kotch pon di programme, bubble gyal ah bubble,
Misty Blue, All of me, Turn down for what lullaby!
I am more than just a Point or Flex!
You see the point is - society need to
Adopt me, nurture me, dispatch all
Hegemonic forces against me
And Flex on my actions
Because right now “THIS ARTISTIC STRUGGLE IS TOO REAL"
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
Since Facebook turn to shade
Some of y'all need to go home and bath
Talking bout this on fleek, that on fleek
But dem cockroaches flying
And dem baby mouse starta squeek
Tryna break up a good home
Cause your skanky *** can't make your own
Talking bout hot gyal this and hot gyal that
Well hot gyal don't scrape out another gyal ***
Hot gyal can read and write
And know dem worth plenty
Only thing some of you ******* can do nowadays is take ah selfie
Y'all make me sick with this ***** mentality
You see, a sista can't talk to a mister
Without some ******* thinking he's ******* her
And she can't go out looking fine as hell
Without some ******* tryna get with her
And these so called misters
Seems to me like dem waist blister
Cause dem pants always dey by dem *** like some prisoners
Talking bout "man ah gangster yow"
***** please, you ain't no gangster, you ah "Gyow"
Instead you people go look for a job or educate yourself and ****
Y'all out here looking like a bunch ah ***** *** *****
La Vida Love
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
There are so many things
That I could do
To prove that I'm in love with you
But why would I do them?
You never did 'em
And I know that you love me
So you should also know that
I love you
Without me trying to prove it
By doing those things 4u
Even though I could do anything 4u
My love
4u
Is crystal clear and visible
For the whole world to see
That you're the only one for me
For them to be jealous of us
That I got someone that loves me so
And that you got a gyal that could do anything
4u.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
Lover of mine,
Of everyone
You were like a spider
&
I was caught in your web.
Not tight enough to be devoured
But
You hurt me
As I birthed our sun
I found my heart burning
Tear ducts filling with every massage
No longer pouring
But once they were waterfalls
I remember rainy days
& reasonate them with
The transitions
Of positions
As we laid in the bed we made
& made love
& made Malcolm
I remember the rainy days
As it rains today
& wish I could have you this lifetime
I dreamt of your demise
At my hand
I dreamt of your infidelity
Priorly I asked The Most High
Show me something.
And she did.
She told me I don't love you,
You love me.
I woke up bewildered
After cutting the slutty gyal to cheese
Unhealthy.
I don't expect many to understand,
For I still ponder on the messages relayed to me
By the great wise ancestors
I had let you go
I had to let you go
You'd have killed my spirit had I not cut our ties
All my friends & all my family
Had to keep reminding me why
You put spells on me with your rod
You fed me bloodied spaghetti & stories
Figured I'd forget...
But I didn't
& I know your knowledgeable about
The spirits
Trying to play voodoo ****
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
**** me dead dis is not Trinidad we living in dis is Hell.
Man ****** women and man, killing children and duh give ah dam.
Duh take men land or they guh chop off your hand,
Women loykey so every man is every woman man.
Yes in dis island, Government is only tricks and scams.
**** me dead, dis is not Trinidad we living in, dis is Hell.
Men up here different, them duh chase fly buh chasing family instead.
Men beating men if they play mad and touch their bread.
Duh talk about their gyal, watch them and more than five bullets in Yuh head.
Betham and Lavantille, watch any man too hard, well sure Yuh dead.
Because when their guns done talk, there is no more to be said.
**** me dead, dis is no Trinidad we living in, dis is Hell.
Women want all de gun man, so money coming quick, like quicksand and quick hand.
Who tell women to cheat, man duh care over here, women dead too.
Man will buy the world for them, when they done, he want back everything even food.
It's plenty clues, Trini men can't shoot gun, so its either magnet bullet or they using glue.
One more thing too, some police have all wah they need, they will burn down your **** field and geh high from de same ****
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
Okay... LISTEN Baby...
" Ya REALLY DON'T Get Me !!! "
SAVE That Speech Until You've Had...
My **** Between Your Lips and Teeth... !!!!!
And Have Been... GREEDY...
And Swallowed My SEEDS... !!!!!
I Don't Mean To Be Rude...
But You're Playing The FOOL... !!!
Being............ " Elusive "...................
And Making Excuses...
When It Comes To IMPROVING...
How Much Ya KNOW ME...
And I Get To KNOW YOU...
You Girls And Women...
NEED To Get To **** LICKING... !!!!!
Cos' it's CLEAR That Your Thinking's...
MORE Suited To... " TRICKIN' "... !!!
Trickin'... YOURSELVES...
Into THINKING You're Well...
When MOST of You Dwell...
In A... THOUGHTLESS Hell... !?!
A HELL You Seem HAPPY...
To ***** Like... NAPPIES...
FILLED UP With FAECES... !!!!!!!!
But You Get ME NOW... PLEASE... !!?!!
Because... My Poetry...
Makes You THINK I'm ANGRY... ?!?
NOT As ANGRY As YOU... !!!
BELIEVE... Cos' It's TRUE... !!!!
DON'T Confuse Your Head...
I'm PASSIONATE... YES...
When I Choose To EXPRESS... !!!!!
While YOU ARE Divorced...
But Yet Are STILL DRAWN...
To These Men Who WALK...
AWAY From............................ YOU... !!!!!
I'm A Little Confused... ?!?
But DO See... WHY...
These Guys Say GOODBYE...
Once They've Parted Your Thighs... !!!
Because it's CLEAR...
After A.................................. While......
That You're... OUT OF YOUR MINDS... !!!!
PERVERTED Ideals About What is REAL... ?!?
A World WITHOUT... Love...
But FILLED UP With PAIN... !!!
It REALLY Is... TRUE...
MOST Gyal' ARE INSANE... !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Walking Round ALL Confused... ?
SPREADING OUT For WRONG Dudes... !?!
But When They MOVE Along...
YOU CLAIM That You Were WRONGED... !!!!!!
Then It's HITS From The ****
And... NO MORE **** !!!
EVEN IF The **** Is STRONG... ?!?
And Makes Ya ***** HOT... !?!
IN TRUTH That's Been My Lot...
Liking BROKEN WOMEN... ?!?
From End Right To BEGINNING... !?!
I've Heard Divorced Men Say...
**** These ******* Anyway !"
They Look Good For A DAY...
But Have Got... NO BRAIN... !!!
They LOVE To Get LAID... !!!!!!!!!
But Are QUICK To........ " shy away ".....
From Talk That's STRAIGHT... !!!
Bwoy' Do Women LOVE Games...
And To Make..... DUMB CLAIMS..... !?!
Like...
... " I TOTALLY Get You Now ! "...
"Errr, actually babe, no you don't !
That's a stupid quote !
You'll really get me, with my **** in ya throat !"
"Wait a minute now whoa !"
And There Ya Go... !!!
That's ALL I Wrote... !!!
So These Last Words...
Are The LAST I've Got... !!!
If... When I Approach...
You CHOOSE To Stay Closed...
BEFORE You Believe...
You Can Speak On My Lot...
And... HOW I Be...
And That You Get Me !...
REMEMBER THESE Words Girls...
..... " You Do What ?!? " …..
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC