Mental Illness

Mental illness is running rampant.
People’s spirits are weakening,
the strength in them
packing its bag and walking away.

Minds are running on empty;
absent-minded folks, no one’s home.
There’s a significant detachment,
they cannot cope with living.

The envelopes are closing,
their final thoughts sealed away.
Reality is decomposing.
Their happiness is compromised.
They can no longer fake the smiling.

I Trust God For My Breakthrough

I thought a weight got lifted off my shoulders,
finally, I could breathe again
but the celebration was short-lived
the pressure is back on;
it feels like everything is caving in.
I’m experiencing another temporary roadblock.

I could wallow in self-pity
or trust God for my breakthrough,
this time my decision speaks for itself.
He did it before. And He’ll deliver me again.

Backyard Money Trees

They want. You give.
They take it with a smirk.
You do it because you love them.
They have help and support,
regardless of how it looks.
You do not have any.
While they’re making strides
You’re falling behind.

They keep returning for more.
You sacrifice for them.
Then you draw the line,
they get mad and upset.
You finally see them for who they are.
You’ve stopped funding their dreams.

Some Jamaicans will drain you dry.
To family and friends alike
America seems to have a money tree
sign flashing for all to see.
Constant begging for help.

Duppy Stories

“Ghost,” “spirits,” the dearly departed.
“Duppy” is the word I grew up knowing.
It’s an island thing. For the longest
time, I slept with the blanket
over my head. No matter how humid
it got or how much I sweat,
I could not orchestrate those
“duppy stories” out of my head.

Strange Land

Whenever I visit Jamaica,
I feel like a stranger
in a foreign land; its unfamiliar territory

Yet it’s very familiar,
I know where everything is.
And I remember many faces.

Yet, I don’t feel like
there’s anything there for me.
My roots lie dormant.
No rush to revive it.

College Days

In college, I had no sense
of direction. I changed my major too
many times. If I could do it all over
again, I wouldn’t go to a prominent
university; I’d enroll in a community college
and earn my 2-year degree (and navigate from there).