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Stabroek News

Fill My Purse
published: Sunday | January 13, 2008


Kadia Wright

To not know what one wants is a curse.

A penny for each time I hurt,

And a dime for each one I hurt.

For my bewilderment,

Pitying stranger, fill my purse, fill my purse.

Warn the masses about me.

Men will love me for the freedom I offer,

And women will hate me for challenging their status quo.

Love me or hate me,

For their lack of understanding,

Pitying stranger, fill my purse, fill my purse.

An uncompromising world refuses to allow you to be what you want.

Hard-faced people, "Kill the witch, kill the witch!" they chant!

For my struggles,

Pitying stranger, fill my purse, fill my purse.

The misguided ones are always scornful.

The accepting ones never really understand.

But for love of self,

I will not let them force my hand.

For my misery,

Pitying stranger, fill my purse, fill my purse.

Many mouths to feed,

Yet no means to provide comfort,

And the rich scoff at me.

"Hear my prayer, oh Lord," I say, "I welcome any good deed".

For being born underprivileged,

Pitying stranger, fill my purse, fill my purse.

The poor, the oppressed, the dejected.

The ones the world wishes to forget.

For our combined sorrows,

Pitying stranger, fill our purses, fill our purses.

Dear stranger, why are our purses still empty?

Kadia Wright

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Satan Incarnate

The mysterious calls,

I have this secret,

Murder she wrote,

I shall write this.

The number 666,

Shall be written,

Revenge I cry with every fury.

You shall pay for this,

Let me be quiet,

Lest the hidden,

Become forbidden.

Concealed it is,

Eternal inferno,

24/7's,

Hell shall visit.

I say this,

Prepare yourself,

The she-devil speaks,

Satan incarnate.

Wickedness never arrived,

Until now,

It is provoked,

To do the abominable.

Today and henceforth,

I take this vow,

To tear you to pieces,

And never to stop tearing,

Until you become nothing,

Nil,

Naught,

Zero.

Rashida Bryan

------------------

Cloud Waltz

I watch you cloud as you change form

Deep blue kiss peach as aqua crawls

And deep grey clouds swirl by

More blue moves close as aqua folds

She changes to a paler blue.

It's dusky now

You change again

Oh what will you become?

A new design as sunset falls

I sit aside and gaze

You are just now a hazy grey

Your peach is but a shade

You seem to be awash in glee

As each form passes by

Your colours move in playful strokes

And pose a rhythmic mood

Your blend of colours now unfold

As each design takes form

Your peach has now give way to pink

As grey clouds wander by

It's getting dark

Your colours pale

An aero plane goes by

The pink is now absorbed by grey

As nightfall hinges by.

Colleen Thompson

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The Sea

By the sea,

by the beautiful sea

Oh how happy we'd be

just you and me

As each

little wave

comes riding in

we

dive

and swim,

over and

under

and back

on the shore,

Sure,

for right now we don't have a care

in the

world.

I love to be beside the sea

beside you, the most beautiful one I see.

Valleen Grant

Kadia Wright

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Your Eyes

Your eyes tell the tales

Of my soul. As you stare

Deep within my being

The glare of your eyes brings light

To my dark days, and they become

Oh so sweet memories.

Your eyes, capture my

Soul, as our spirits combine.

Divine is the though of your

Heads against my chest

The fool says word is wind,

I say words are so much more.

For your words bring peace

To my soul.

But ... 'Tis your eyes

That captivate ...

'Tis your eyes that

Speak volumes

'Tis you are I

Who says ...

I appreciate

You.

Okeino Mcgowan

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