One

Taken

Raped

Tortured

Discarded

Silent screams

Among tangle weeds

Fish feed

Puff l ike magic

They vanished into thin air

Black magic?

Land of wood and water

Now bone and blood

Eyes turn red in the golden sun

No more sea, sand and fun

Just run

Sweat pouring

Bass drums

Thump

Fear

No sight

No light

Just fight

Thump

1.. 2 …3

Inanition

Can you see me?

Can you hear me?

I am here

I am free

No longer in the belly of the beast

Divine Perfection

Spirit and Water

Resurrected

The one

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Our beautiful island of Jamaica has a problem .We, the people have a problem . Our women are dying and no one is really caring. It seems like evey week at least one woman goes missing and /or mercilessly killed .Evil no longer lurks in the dark. You can tell your children, your girlfriend, your mother , your wife to be alert but it is often who they know that do the wrong to them . Our ‘ informa fi dead culture,’ needs to stop or else crime will continue to rape the fabric of our society. For all the women who have lost their lives , I cry for you . I pray that justice will be served. I hope you found freedom in the heavens . Please be our eyes from above, whisper in the ears of the the abused and alert s to the dangers that continues to lurk near. RIP Jamaican Queens