Painting outside the lines

I’m tired, of losing all my colours, to a black stripe that does not embrace hard work and spirit.

Ayiti

Ayiti my soul wept when I saw you, And I’ve since forgotten you, but never in spirit..

Island Antiquity

Island antiquity It could disarm you Buh doh let it mamaguy you Strange and sour It have a sweet way of play Every island have it own sing song way to say “We cyah be trusted!” If only it was so easy And we knew that from birth So dat we wouldn’t live with so … Continue reading Island Antiquity →