Omar C. Richards Prize Winning rap poem 2002
Suicide Suicide Why are you riding peoples mind You are a silent killer ever Allow people to die, while sleeping On their pillow
Suicide Suicide You are pathetic you even Allow people to take their own Lives with a ‘mattic
Suicide Suicide You allow my brother and sister To die in a tragic
What’s you secret Are you a Magic ? Why can you dodge it And allow people to stop
Think about it, About it You Better stop it!
By Omar C. Richards Deputy Head Boy Tivoli Gardens High school
Jodian Grindley - Prize winning poem 2002
Substance abuse is a problem Yes, it is a problem, a very big problem Amongst the youths of the land. It mash up dem brain And there is nothing to gain Cause it cause pure pain And you cannot abstain From you de pan a plane way you cannot explain
Explain
Be informed Be involved Be in touch
Now de ganga ,o weh yuh call it, some say Sensi Some sey Calli Some sey Weed Some sey Spliff
But the right name for it Is marijuana, when you mix It wid cocaine you call it season spliff
Be informed Be involved Be in touch
Four hundred chemical this plant produce A chemical affair Bin Ladden would refuse Listen mi youth This is a mother of truth It lower your sperm count Fry up your liver gi yuh lungs Cancer. Listen mi youth it noh mek you live Longer
Be informed Be involved Be in touch.
Kimolee Robinson 2003
Your smiles Your lips Your tears Your kiss Your eyes they see straight throughme You lie You cheat You makes ends meet You stress me out You make me shout All these things your love bring. So why the fight No kiss good by You make me cry I hurt inside. I want to die All these things your love bring
Beating By KA Walker
My father beats me up just like his father did And grandad was beaten by Greatgrandad as a kid From generation to generation A poisoned apple is passed along And no-one thinking it’s wrong and it is Not the arguing the cursing the frustration or fear A normal child can cope with that, it grows easier by the year. But the using abusing and beatings Feeling the child is somewhat property owned In this family violence condoned.
By Rochelle Lobban
I was abused, Left feeling confused. Wondering why, As the days pass by. My mother left me, My father rejected me So I cuddled up in my dark corner Where I am safe from all harm
By Rochelle Lobban
Why am I in this situation? Why am I here? Why is this happening to me? Is this my life’s destiny?
I have been through life’s storms. Through the rain of rejection The whirlwind of abuse The gusty winds of frustration When will my clear skies come?
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