Caribbean Poetry: Catharsis
(When I Write…)
a free-style
©2010 K. Omodele
When I write, I:
seal long–time wounds in my soul
try stitch a heart that’sbeen torn mend this conscience I’ve worn…
seal long–time wounds in my soul
try stitch a heart that’s
When I write, it’s like:
slitting my wrists when Ivent scribbling blood with my pen
slitting my wrists when I
When I bleed through my pen, it’s like:
purging away old stabbing pains
watching them swirl down the drain
then lifting my face to more rain…
purging away old stabbing pains
watching them swirl down the drain
then lifting my face to more rain…
I word to di riddim of drums when I write!
I sound diAbeng from plantations when I’m right ! draw power from village and slums, passage rites!
I sound di
I AM
Tom Feelings when I write/
Count Ossie when I write/
When blind, more sight/ when dark, more light/
my stain, my plight/my pain, my fight/
Tom Feelings when I write/
Count Ossie when I write/
When blind, more sight/ when dark, more light/
my stain, my plight/my pain, my fight/
I create a unique, lyrical mural –
when I write…
I am right.
©2010 K. Omodele
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