My time has come to leave again
Don’t cry my baby girl
So much has been achieved
In such little time
Reparation and peace
Is what you now have
Gifts from your home
To take with you
Around the world
Follow your dreams

Don’t ever be afraid
I am always with you
Anguillas breeze
Whispered to me
All is well
And will be well
Trust in God
That he has a plan
For you to come back
And be one

One love

GUYS PLACE

In Guys place, is where I want to be

A world so secret that nobody can see
Its wonders and wildness, engulfed by trees
Of St Martin

 

Leaves of tropical beauty, so serene and pretty
Greens of all colours, in different shapes and sizes
Home to sweet birds, singing crickets
A tropical jungle, varied extremes
Such wonder, A sacred castle
In St martin

 

Singing night birds, echo distant years
Through to eternity. Sound therapy.
Piercing vibrations of natural beauty
Heals my mind
I inhale the cocktail
Of leaves with scents, so strong
And blended into one
I breathe life

 

A passion fruit plops to the floor
In front of me
I open its sweet fruit
With seeds that crunch in my teeth
I am in heaven
Sounds of waves
Below crashing onto the rocks
Is background music in this paradise
On the hills Of St martin

 

A lizard sits still and looks at me
Tells me he has seen me
As a fellow living being
Nature at its best
To forget the rest
Amazing

Catrina Jones.

 

African-American Reparation

African-American Reparation

Reconnecting, retrieving, repairing

Memory that has been broken

In order to heal

Tears unshed as a result

Of that experience

That no other race

Has had to endure

To restore

A sense of pride

Let’s propose a committee

Of people who can talk

About scar tissue

From segregation

A framing programme to lift people

Academically, to open opportunity

Early intervention for children

In poverty, poor school facilities

Social inheritance

Enslaved for 240 years

Their memory taken

The unfairness has to be

Reconciled, be talked about

A mistold, epic story

Where is the movie?

You forget your story-

You have no self

We need programmes

Lets start with love

Teach schools the history

Political intervention

For reparation

 

Catrina Jones.

 

A second chance

 

 

 

 

 

            There will always be
               A second chance
             No matter how bad
                 You mess up
            Another chance will
               Come your way
             To make amends
            And have your say
            Don't bow your head
                   In shame
             Tmorrow will be
               Another game
            And you will win
           Be kind to the child
                    Within.

 

               Catrina Jones.

Surviving without you

 

                                                    Surviving without you

                                                      When things are hard

                                                           I think of you

                                                        Holding me close to

                                                              Your heart

                                                        It gives me strength

                                                         For what I must do

                                                        Survive without you

                                                      When things are tough

                                                  And everything is falling apart

                                                            I think of you

                                                              And I start

                                                            To be strong

                                                          Because I know

                                                                  I can.

 

                                                            Catrina Jones.

 

Racism

 

Racism

I have seen the ignorance

Of some whites

I have witnessed

Their blindness

And their folly

Some are afraid

Of unfamiliarity

Some are just nasty

They are probably

Jealous too

Of not being free

To do, what they

Want to do

I have felt the love

Of some blacks

Who love the skin

That their in

Such beautiful skin

I do envy

Souls so strong

Who do no wrong

Don't whiten yourselves

With revenge

Rise above

This humanity

And be free

Let the prejudice

Be recognised

As a massive injustice

And move on

In Peace

And if this racism

Continues

Feel sorry for them

But never give them

Any attention

They don't deserve it!

May karma, God and spirit

Take care of their wrongs

Amen

 

 

BOB MARLEY

BOB MARLEY

BOB MARLEY

Beautiful Bob Marley

Genius of the highest
Messages of happiness
Warmth and kindness
Thankyou pure soul
For what you did
For this world
In which we live
Your memory lives on
In all our hearts
There's no need to worry
Is what you say
Let's all remember
And pray
Because today is a

 

Happy day

Catrina Jones.

 

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In Anguillas breeze

So I can write
And I did not know
What Anguilla does for me
Is so much more
Than I dreamed of
And so it will be
For me
To return to my home
And be happy
For when I leave
My pen will stop
And there will be no more
Special moments
Like these
In Anguillas breeze
I need to be

 

Catrina Jones.