Treasure Island

Brian Garfield Morrison


My Patois, my pride


Can speak english fluently
with charisma and clarity.
World stages, like babies
on bosoms, cling
to our every prose.
They question aloud
many forced migrations.
from over There - to Here.

Like a one piece
cary-on, we packed it.
my prized possession.
Educating naysayers,
presenting with pride
our roots and more.
In unique fashion -
a dialect in twang.

So if for any reason
cause you to utter like
Marcus Mossia Garvey,
Robert Nesta Marley,
Hon. Louise Bennett,
it`s our Patois.
Proudly empbrace
an` neva disown.

Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, May 30, 2012

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To all who hold on to their roots in every which way. Never disown! !

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