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Marcia Walton Poem
With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes
“Forward, Forever United”
But the words felt hollow to my ears
Because no longer do these represents what we have become
A society which has failed to grow,
Stagnant and Toxic with the stench of death
Getting riper and riper throughout the years
With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes
“Forward, Forever United”
And I see the corruption, the pollution
Politricktions fooling the nation
While we walk in blindness
Embracing the Technological evolution
Thinking we have progressed,
Oh! What a delusion!
With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes
“Forward, Forever United”
Then News Flash! A man just beheaded a woman!!
People living lesser than human,
From the refuse of society they feed their children
Mothers pimp daughters to Dons for protection
Fathers give sons their first thousand amunition
For their guns because “my yute affi have him weapon”
With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes
“Forward, Forever United”
And I hear our Heroes weep
In their graves because their deaths now have no meaning
To a nation hell bent on continuously demeaning
The legacy left behind by them, our National Heroes
Nanny, Sam Sharpe, Paul Bogle , George William Gordon
Marcus Garvey, Norman Manly and Alexander Bustamante
With my Patriotic Self
I pray that Jamaica, Land we Love
Will shine again in Her glory
Then we will sing again our Heroes' story
“Forward, Forever United
Students, Workers and Farmers...”
Copyright © Marcia Walton | Year Posted 2014
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Marcia Walton Poem
I walked with my blackness
Not on my head like a crown of pride
But like a shackle around my feet
I basked in my down trodden self
Never lifting the true glory of me
I walked with my blackness
Blanketed in my self pity
Not seeing that my fight lies within
Shoulders slumped as I accept defeat
Before the game has even begun
I walked in my blackness
Contented to cower
When I should have stood proud
That my blackness is me
But still it is not
It doesn't define me
It doesn't speak for me
It doesn't even say where I am from
That my ancestors were Kings and Queens
Ruling over all they surveyed
That my forefathers were Inventors
Scholars, Philosophers and Yes! Farmers!
My blackness does not mean
I should be placed in your corner of shame
Labeled: thieves, hoes, n***s, dunce, thugs
And if you try to put me there
I will always get out
I must show there is more to my blackness
than what you see
Then you will come to respect the blackness of me
I walked in my blackness
No longer am I afraid
I accept now your challenges
And allay your fears
So when you see me walking
in your neighbourhood
Instead of your guns
your hands will wave “Hi” at me
Be black, be proud, let the world come to see
That there is more to my blackness
Than the age old perception of me!
Copyright © Marcia Walton | Year Posted 2014
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Marcia Walton Poem
I wrote for you my best love song
I sing it everyday.
The melody from your kisses
The words from your every smile
I wrote for you my best love song
To sing a never ending love
The rhythm from your laughter
The notes from each step you take
Each day I sing you in my mind
I play you on my heart
I hum you in my whispers
I strum you in my eyes
I wrote for you my best love long
As only a mother could write
To the child who gives her laughter
Son…my best love song is you
Copyright © Marcia Walton | Year Posted 2013
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Marcia Walton Poem
In a room full of adults,
I see only children at play
Who will guide the future...
When tomorrow is birth?
Copyright © Marcia Walton | Year Posted 2013
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Marcia Walton Poem
Woman!
Today is your day
Our day
But so too should be everyday
We celebrate our beings
Our Mothers ago
However...
Will our children celebrate
Us in years also
Woman!
Loose yourself !
Unshackle your chains
Take these labels from your package
Skanks! Hoes! *****es! Sluts!
Replace with
Ladies! Queens! Mothers! Leaders!
Strength!
You are mothers of nations
Teach your children well
You hold the backs of your men
When their burdens are too much to bare
Still...
You carry your own
You cry the tears of your nation
While you hold the world in your hands
You trodd the parched earth with bare feet
Seeking water from the river of knowledge
So your offsprings may drink their fill
From the swell of your breasts!
Woman!
Put your clothes on!
Cover your temples!
Let he who wants to find your scriptures
Search through your pages for the reveal
Keep him reading through your book
Let him prove himself
Before you show him what he desires to see!
Stately! Walk Stately!
Nature should bow at your very feet!
Proudly! Stand Proudly!
Love your every being
Lift yourself for all the world to see
Woman!
Yes you, woman!
Today is your day
Our day
Make it be everyday!
Copyright © Marcia Walton | Year Posted 2014
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Marcia Walton Poem
With eyes wide shut we walk
In our blindness of thoughts and prejudices
Towards the cliff. We follow the sounds
Never hearing a word...a note
To the makings of the song
Dancing to the music not hearing it's melody
We sing in our muteness songs we neither see nor hear
We walk crippled towards the faceless words
Drinking without taste the nectar that must never be swallowed.
"Sweet" We say when we cannot taste
But finish it's juices in a single gulp
Not quenching the thirst we know not that we have
Belching the stench of its odor that we cannot smell
In knowledge we know nothing of what we have seen
While walking in blindness with our eyes wide shut
We listen with deafness to the drones of time
Never singling out a line.
We feel in the darkness for the light switch that we have always had
In the contours of our minds
We look around seeing nothing in a room full of everything.
Blank spaces on the walls of pictures vibrant in truth
Still we with only see them with our eyes wide shut.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
Beside the Yellow Brick Road
In the forest
Lies the deeper path of truth.
Copyright © Marcia Walton | Year Posted 2013
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Marcia Walton Poem
Cast my Spell and you are entwined
Cast my Spell and imprison your mind
Cast my Spell and you are entwined
Cast my love and I'll make you mine
Your Soul will be taken
Your heart will be trapped
You will live for nothing but my will
Too late my friend when you realize
You are trapped within my spell
With my potions of love and webs of desire
I will enchant you into my lair
You and I will now become one
I am the Blackmajic woman
So . . .
I've casted my spell and you are entwined
I've cased my spell and imprisoned your mind
I've casted my spell and you are entwined
I've casted my love and now you are all mine
Copyright © Marcia Walton | Year Posted 2016
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Marcia Walton Poem
Way back when
You caught me with your smile
And light sparkled on water
While blossoms scent with our love
We danced in magic
To the tune of our hearts
Melodies hummed in our laughter
Way back when
I was captured by your warm embrace
And the skies became our pillow
We walked on sunshine
With each trip to heaven
Love being our guide
We flew through the skies
Way back when
I was enriched by your golden touch
And the world existed no more
In your arms there was nothing more
than the here,
than the now
You were my all
And the storm clouds came
Thunder broke our flight
Rain would sing no more
And winds of anger shout
Lost we were
Alone we were
But not together though
Today we meet
Hello we sing
We are no longer in When
We reminisce
We closed the lid on that which must be closed
Respect we have
Memories we will cherish
...Of those way back when.
Copyright © Marcia Walton | Year Posted 2014
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Marcia Walton Poem
What is cannot be any other way but how it is
The choices we make,
We question ourselves and ask if we could have done so differently
What is cannot be any other way but how it is.
Good or bad that is how it should be...it was to be
For it was written before we knew to walk those path
What is cannot be any other way
As there is a reason beyond our knowledge for the way things are
The choices we make, the road we trod
We choose
But we were already chosen for a specific purpose in our very existence.
We love...we hurt...we laugh...we cry through all our life's journey
Still without knowing we walk our given paths
Fulfilling the plans of one greater than us.
We serve our purpose
Sometimes we die never knowing what our purpose was
But those we left behind are left with the true understanding of what we were.
What is was meant to be can be no other way but how it is
Good or bad...embrace it...cry over it...laugh over it....but get over it...move on
Take with you the positive.
Learn from the negative and know that
It is how it is...how it was to be...how it has to be
Copyright © Marcia Walton | Year Posted 2014
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Marcia Walton Poem
Sky's bright red with no morning sun
Blood covers tears spilling from her mirrors
Dark winds spiral in defiance of wanton love
In Rainbow's heart a dagger lies await
For the songs echoes in the chambers of No
Shadows writhed in trees with shards of glass
Look no more in blindness eyes
For the Sky's hide in cloaked death stare
Sun, oh Sun is burnt to ash
With flaming seas as waves crashes ashore
Get up! Get up! Morning's a slumber.
Copyright © Marcia Walton | Year Posted 2016
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