Man Up

Man Up
By Delroy Nesta Williams

Man Up young boy Man Up

Daddy's gone
Out there in the cold world
Loving these young girls
So you have to play his role
So Man Up young boy, Man Up
No more childhood games
You have to bear the brunt of your father's shame
Every time mommy's hurt
She will drag you through his dirt
Because you're a constant reminder
That your father walked out the door
Leaving her to raise 3 kids on her own
And to make it even worse
You have all his characteristics -
Sly with words and full of tricks,
You even sound exactly like him when you speak.
Man Up young boy, Man Up
No more all out fridays followed by lazy saturdays lingering out late
You've got to go out and earn money to put food on your family's plate
There's no more crying for you
Suck it up and be a man
The one that your daddy couldn't be
It has to be you since anatomically it can't be your mommy
You've got to look out for your sisters
Make sure they don't fall prey to the drug dealers and gangsters
Or even worst, men like your father!
Who just gave up on his family
To chase young skirts
Who are almost the same age as his children
Now he has left you with the burden
Picking up the slack where he dropped it
So Man Up young boy, Man Up!
Drop out of school and get a job
Now is the time to pull up your pants, tie your waist and be strong
Simply because daddy is running from his responsibility
And mommy is too busy casting blame and scapegoatting
So this young boy, has to Man Up
Grow some moustache and beard
And face the world
Even though he isn't prepared
And all of this frustration
Is so new to him
As he tries to be better than his father
But every mistake or misstep
Serves as a reminder from his mother
That he's just like his daddy
And only adds fire to his failure
So now he simply rolls over
From one day to the other
Living a man's life while only a child
And he wishes somewhere that his father would be suffering
The same pain that was bestowed upon him
When daddy left his mother and sisters
Forcing his boy child to Man Up!

Value Your Vagina - the poem

Disclaimer:  This poem contains local vernacular which may be deemed as graphic descriptions of the human (male and female) anatomy; and may not be suitable for minors.

Value your vagina
Delroy N. Williams

Ladies, Ladies, Ladies

I not sure what you would want me to call it
Vagina, coocoolux, sousoon or pussy
But allu need to value it.
Too many women just offering up de cyat for a few cents
Let “men” work for de kehkeck
A meal at KFC,
A BlackBerry!
Gives direct entry to your punanny?
Sometimes with no condom
So is skin to skin friction
Leading to greater affliction
I not talking bout only de HIV infection
It have syphilis, gonorrhea an’ crabs
All kinda tings you could contract!
If de poupouse could talk,
Den what would it say?
Cuz de man doh care much about what becomes of your cyat, after dat
He just wants his 5, 4, 3 sometimes 2 minutes of joy
You done fall victim to his ploy
He walks away after another conquest
With dis ear-to-ear kinda smile
And you alone leff to take the morning after pill
Or deal with a pickney after 9 months
Poor little Gina
Started working 8 to 4
As soon as de young girl stepped outta her mamma’s door
Becuz raging hormones an’ peer pressure
Got little lady feeling left behind
Wanting to be big woman.
Before she 12, she developing curves an’ bumps,
So she feels she needs to open her legs an’ get humped.
For her, it’s difficult to wait
Cuz all her friends in it
And if their poloos in tact
Why should hers disintegrate from a lack of sex?
But she doh see de big picture
This kakalak should be treated like a Cadillac
And not the Nissan Sunny
Dat providing ride for everybody!
Aint it funny, though
Dat dose friends who influenced her
Will chit chat at her back
Once de pumpum gets turned up.
And dat poke will never be the same
Salt water an blue soap cyah help fix
What the tongue of man has broken
So young lady think of abstaining
Take your time before you rush in
To somethin dat you jus cyah handle
Cuz a stiff cock has no conscience
An’ a loose pussy no lock!

My contribution to Fathermen, a blog

I was recently approached by a PhD student who is doing research about men and their role as fathers within Dominica and the Caribbean. He is of Dominican heritage but was raised in the UK. I think the field of research will raise some interested conclusions and bring some insight into the whole idea of being male, a man and a father especially within the West Indian context. Issues such as these are seldom discussed in formal settings and even when discussed usually take on vulgar tones and finger pointing.

So I applaud him very much for his efforts and wish him all the best. I hope he knows that the road won't be easy at all, nothing in Dominica or the Caribbean is, as a matter of fact.

But before I ramble on and forget the objective of this post, just check out the two poems (Father Failed Me and Father, Teach Me To Pray) that I submitted on Fathermen