Monsters When I was a child I used to be scared Of the monsters who lived Under my bed. There was Harry and Sue, And mean Old Jack too. They were big and hairy, (And to me seemed rather scary!) When I was a teen, The monster was me I'd yell and I'd scream, Slam doors, refuse my tea. The monsters were bullies The pretty kids The 'popular crowd' They were the ones I was scared of, then. As I grew older, they changed once again, Morphed into something more scary. For now that I'm grown, The monsters I see, are far more deadly to me There's pride and envy, They're the worst I fear They're smarter and harder, And their claws are much sharper, Beware they don't catch you!

Jamaica Rebellion Inspired to take on giants, Far off fights turned real, Rebellion mustered in the sugar fields, Squashed all too soon. Grief and sorrow, Anger, hangings too, Masters show their might, Slaves submit. But across the seas, A different rebellion is rising up. One day, they will be Freed

Little boy, little girl Sleep-flushed cheeks, A small brown curl. A gentle hand, Caressing each small face, whispers of love, and a warm embrace. Little girl, little boy, Sleep well, do I know there's Someone Looking out for you.