🎶Young Talent – In Orlando, FL💻🎶

13 year-old on vocals & a 9 year-old, did the video-production-Hype Man & More!

This Uncle & Nephew team, have the potential to put Orlando, FL in the spotlight!!! Somebody better sign these two!🥰

👊🏾”Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚👊🏾

(A Brief Snippet/Sample)

✨✍🏾Future Collaboration In The Works!✍🏾✨

So many of you know I’m a Poet😉.

I’ve stated a few times that, “Poetry is in my DNA!” 😂. My Mom, “Hyacinth W.” was a published Poet (amongst a slew of other accomplishments) & my siblings write poetry as well. We also come from a strong line of Jamaican Storytellers.

💥📚Mom’s creation is, “The Unlimited Mind.” And of course mine are, “Poetry, Language Of the Soul & The Poetic Storm, Vol. II.” My Mom transcended In 2018 from Breast Cancer, but this project will do her proud.📚💥

This being said, I’ve decided that my next project will be a collaboration of my Moms poetry & my own.

So Stay tuned!😁✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾

~Maxwanette A Poetess

“Namastè & One Love”❤️💛💚

🇯🇲✍🏾Famous Jamaican Dub Poet, Yasus Afari✍🏾🇯🇲

“We at P.L.O.T.S. (Poetry, Language Of the Soul), are honored to share this piece by one of Jamaica’s most popular Dub Poets, Brother~King Yasus Afari. He’s a consistent & supportive member of ours. He shared this piece on our Facebook page. It was a must share on our Blog. “Read di words & Feel di riddim!” Respect, Continued Blessings & Guidance to Brother~King Yasus & his Sister~Queen.” ~Maxwanette A Poetess

“Namastè & One Love“❤️💛💚

Friends of Mother Earth / The Earth is Our Friend

The earth is the garden of creation

Purposefully clothed, with lush, green vegetation.

Roots!

Firm enough to prevent critical soil erosion,

All elements working in union,

for natural joy and satisfaction.

The earth is our friend, we are the children of the earth.

The cyclic function of the earth’s ecology is no mystery,

Like the organs of the human body,

Each working in perfect harmony,

In this our environmental community,

of which the guardians and keepers

are the children of humanity.

The earth is our friend, we are the children of the earth.

The rivers, like blood streams flowing into the oceans,

Returning secretly to the fleshy bowels of earth’s creation,

Evaporating to the atmospheric breath of life,

Sun, moon and stars,

Solid, liquid and gas,

Land, sea and air,

Flesh, blood and spirit.

The earth is our friend, we are the children of the earth.

Like the lungs of man,

The trees breathe to keep the earth alive.

Yeah! The Sun, like a devoted Father

Working from sunrise until sunset

And the Moon, like a loving Mother,

Working from dusk until dawn,

Shining within the sweet embrace, of her children, the stars

The earth is our friend, we are the children of the earth.

If we protect the earth,

Then, the earth will protect us,

Clothe, feed and shelter us.

The earth is the garden of creation.

If we keep the earth alive,

Then we will stay alive,

The earth will keep us alive.

The earth is our mother and our friend!

We are the children and the friends of the earth, of the earth, of Mother Earth

YASUS AFARI ©

Copyright © Yasus Afari

✨✍🏾How I’ve Grown – By, Maxwanette A Poetess✍🏾✨

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How I’ve Grown

How I’ve grown.

Momma threw me out when I was 11-the voices in her head told her to.

Daddy was done with me by age 15. If I slept with him? I could’ve stayed.

Now I’m all on my own.

 

My oh my! How I’ve Grown.

 

Homeless…Winter’s coming.

As September’s end blows cold.

A shelter is the focus, food & education is the least of interests.

 

He drove up, trying to talk.

I kept moving, hurrying up my walk.

Then that breeze blew & right then I knew…I had to stop. I looked at him & forced a smile.

 

My oh my! How I’ve Grown.

 

I was 15, he was 34,

Out of the Winter in the streets.

I peed his bed the first time we’d sleep.

 

Planting seeds,

Stunted growth, separating of weeds.

Mistakes made, lessons learned, wounds no longer bleed.

 

My oh my! How I’ve Grown.

 

Beaten down, left for dead.

Ignoring the things that others said,

I lived on…

 

Decision after decision,

Choice after choice,

I learned how to find my own voice.

 

My oh my! How I’ve Grown.

©Maxwanette A Poetess