“Una Sola Voz” – Zonas Poéticas

“My Name Is George Junius Stinney Jr”

This Ain’t A Love Poem – Kayrond

This Ain’t A Love Poem is a sentimental piece that expresses the thoughts that go through the mind of a young male in a long term Relationship and goes into his deepest thoughts and unspoken emotions of the relationship with his lady.

The name This Ain’t A Love Poem is an insight of what a relationship puts us through. It brings forth the reality of being in a relationship in our present times. I wrote this poem to express that what we see from other relationships and the media is only a fraction of the truth of what it takes to be in a relationship. That a relationship doesn’t work on ideas but on senses. So if people remain senseless nothing will change. I strongly feel that if we take time to know who we are then our relationships will be better.

Amazing Ode to Madiba

RAPSO POETRY | 2 Cents Project | African and Indian in Love!!

Recently, videos with the interesting title, 2 Cents Project, have been making the rounds on social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter. These videos, made by a collective called the 2 Cents Movement, use entertaining sketches to tackle issues that are pertinent to young people.

The movement started in 2010, when students from the University of the Southern Caribbean’s debating society wanted to create an engaging way for them and their peers to discuss social issues. Led by Jean Claude Cournand, who was studying behavioural science at the Maracas, St Joseph campus, they formed the 2 Cents Society, taken from the saying, “putting in your two cents worth.”

“I noticed there was an urgent need to create a forum that encouraged young people to engage in serious dialogue,” Cournand said. “The programmes that existed at the time were just not conducive to this.”

-Read more at http://guardian.co.tt/entertainment/2013-07-15/not-afraid-put-their-%E2%80%982-cents%E2%80%99

DUB POETRY | FreeDome Writers | Yashika Graham

Yashika Graham is a curious creator, exploring the world through poetry and learning and growing with each page.

What is her fascination? the boldness of words and the many possibilities of language. This self-proclaimed Free Dome writer holds words & expression through writing to be as urgent as breathing.

She is an Executive Member of the Poetry Society of Jamaica and currently its Administrator and Moderator of its monthly poetry fellowships.

Graham has been featured on local events such as Seh Sup’m Poetry & Live Music, Manifesto Jamaica’s Festival, Omega Vibration, Tuesday Nite Live, Art’ical Exposure, the Poetry Society’s Fellowship, RJR 94fm’s Wednesday Night Live, Poetry Corner of Nationwide 90FM, Smile Jamaica and CVM at Sunrise to name a few and overseas on “Pieces of Jamaica” – Arts & Culture Exhibition and Whateva Works’ Open Mic.

She is currently working on her first anthology.

– Read more at https://www.facebook.com/YashikaCGraham


DUB POETRY| MY Mother Who Fathered Me | Yasus Afari

Yasus Afari (born John Sinclair, 1962, Saint Elizabeth Parish, Jamaica) is a Jamaican dub poet.
Sinclair was a childhood friend of Garnett Silk and collaborated with Silk on many of his best-selling recordings. He attended St. Elizabeth Technical High School, and worked as a repair technician for the Jamaican telephone company, before returning to school after receiving a scholarship to the College of Arts, Science And Technology. He became politically active while at the college, and was elected vice president of the student council, although he declined the position.

While at the college, he began performing, appearing regularly at venues such as the University of the West Indies (UWI), a nursing school and a teachers college. His initial forays into recording were not commercially successful (his first release was “Anti-Litter Law” in 1986) but his career began to turn around after he teamed with Silk. His first combination release with Silk was a version of Johnny Nash’s “I Can See Clearly Now”.
Afari’s style has been compared to that of Mutabaruka. As well as performing more traditional poetry readings, he also performs his poetry live over dancehall music. Although Afari rejects the slack lyrics that are common in dancehall, he believes that the genre can be used to get his message across:
“You have to link with the dancehall; you haffi recognize seh the human element is very important. Humans gather at the dancehall in their hundreds and thousands; you can’t ignore that as a social activist. You have to find ways and means, creatively, to communicate without prostituting whatever you stand for, to address the dancehall reality”.

Afari toured throughout the United States and the Pacific Islands with Black Uhuru in the mid-1990s. In 1996, with Mutabaruka, Tony Rebel, and Uton Green, he toured Ethiopia. In 2006, he co-headlined the Cayman Music Festival, along with Freddie McGregor and Maxi Priest. In 2007, he toured England, performing at prisons, mental institutions, book shops and schools, as well as acting as poet in residence at the University of Birmingham, where his book Overstanding Rastafari was launched in the UK. Overstanding Rastafari was the result of five years work for Afari, and was described by Professor Barry Chevannes of the UWI as “a work by a Rastafarian scholar who is interpreting for the non-Rastafarian audience his perspective. Not idiosyncratically his own, but the view of the movement on where Jamaica and the world are positioned at this time”.

Afari’s latest album is Public Secret, recorded with his band Dub Vijan, and released in 2013.
Afari has also recorded as a background vocalist and dub poet for Everton Blender, General Degree and Tony Rebel.
Afari is head of Edutainment Promotion, organisers (with the Jamaica Cultural Development Commission) of the Jamaican Poetry Festival.

Read more at http://en.wikipedia.org/


SPOKEN WORD: Terrorism is not a Religion – Hersi



“Wish No More” by Queen Nzinga Maxwell

love life
live love
live to love to love to live

this is where I now feel
ended the need to feed on…

once weakened by my fear to be
and more than I could see

thought I did not deserve

I feed on…


nourishment to my soul
blood’s warmth falls between my legs
the kind of passion that never grows cold

my womb is bold
cause these ancient mysteries

vowed never to be told

but that healing…

…from within?

so why want more
if what I have is enough

I dream
but not wish
cause wishes abbreviate my dreams
all i wish to be

is already written in my destiny
so why fear?
why wish?
say no more!

DUB POET | Mbala (III)