Sunday, March 18, 2012

Smile Again


The photo you are looking at is Leon Pryce proudly holding a Sunday Gleaner newspaper with another of his successful publication; a poem entitled 'You Are Women' published in support of International Women's Day and Women's month.

"I finally found a reason to smile again," I said with overwhelming joy in my heart. This publication has brought back the sunshine I badly needed in my world. Its been so long since I have seen my name in print and I was deep in despair, although I had not given up on my writing. Now I have finally seen a ray of hope, hope that I am still a writer and hope that the ink in my pen has not dried up.

I have posted a copy of the poem here on my blog and also elsewhere on the internet. I have also sent out email links to my fans and they were very happy and expressed their love and support for me and I am forever grateful.

I know I have what it takes to be boastful but I'm not doing so, I will continue to remain humble. All I wish is for the Lord to bless my writing career and you my readers.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

You are women

Aren`t you women
Weren`t you loved and cared for
By those you called family

How dare they be grieved?
How dare they ask you to leave?
To not be a part of
This society, your family

You have every right
Like most of us do
How dare they treat you
The way they do

You are a mother, a sister
The mistress of a mister
You are the root of a tree
You were given lives
So you may give life
So who dare interfere with
God`s flow of life

You are strong
Your strength is uncontestable
You are smart
But they say you are not sociable
Aren`t you humans?
And if they treat you like animals
Aren`t we all God`s creatures

You look sad
But tears is a language
God understands
So clear your eyes of the tears
Throw them on the ground
Throw them at the dehumanizers
Throw them here, there
And everywhere

Some day you will find peace
So be strong
Because it won`t be long
They will want to smile with you
They will want to hug you, touch you
And know who you are

But pity their feeble minds
If they don`t remember
That you were that little girl, that woman
One who was never cared for, loved
Or accepted to be a part of a family
In their neglectful society