My Love Is My Love

by Delroy Nesta Williams 

My love is only my love 
But it is always being questioned 
Just because it doesn't conform
To your own definition 
My love doesn't see colour
But my love understands
That because of its colour, 
It won't be loved the same
And because of its colour,
You will always second guess its genuineness
And you will never be the one to accept
With open arms
Because when my forefathers offered up my love
You preferred to bears arms
Sell us out or kill us off
Still my love has survived
And now it has chosen to swallow it's pride
Burying it alive
In the bowels of nothingness
Because my love though aware of the past
That built its strong foundation
Isn't limited to just history
And doesn't want its love for you to be tainted
But rather to be true
Like how the sky makes the ocean appear to be blue
My love is like that fish that swims
The bird that flies
It just wants to be free to be
Roam from flower to flower
Sucking up nectar like a bee
And still provide you with its perfect honey
But be careful my love will sting
If you continue to mistreat it
And your body will swell
Something like an allergic reaction
But my love also gives massages
After a long hard day at the office
And sometimes my love wants a pillow fight
Before slipping into the bed to make love all night
You see my love can't be defined
It's still genuine, not at all refined
Because my love has traveled from the mothered land
And built a home in a borrowed land
Across deep blue seas and tousled oceans
And my love will continue to progress
Will see beyond your shortsightedness
A lot further than the horizon
That you’ve preconceived to keep me trapped at the seashore
Because I want my feet to get wet
I want to feel the sea breeze through my hair
Taste the salt on my tongue
And when all is said and done
If the sails of my vessel are torn by rough winds
And my love capsized by a tsunami-sized wave
You can be sure that my love will still endure
Because my love knows no other way
Because my love is a survivor

Just smile

Just smile
By Delroy Nesta Williams 

I want a smile
But not just any smile, 
I want a smile so wide that I can see all your pearly whites. 
A smile so bright that not even the sun can outshine it, kind of smile.
I want the it’s so great to see you; it’s been way too long kind of smile, 
The smile that makes you feel oh so warm inside… 
That smile, oh that smile that can put hope in a terminally ill patient’s life… 
The smile that only a mother can give to her child kind of smile. 
I want the Sunday morning, God has abundantly blessed me smile. 
The it’s been a rough day but everything will be okay smile.
The thank you it’s Christmas dinner time type of smile.
The thank you I passed my exams with an A, 
So I don’t have to retake this class kind of smile.
The smile that says I can’t believe that just happened to me kind of smile.
The he kissed me unexpectedly kind of smile,
The one that sends tingles up my spine, kind of smile. 
I want a smile that says, it’s so good to see you, 
So now you go on and smile at the rest of the world 
So they can fall in love with your smile too kind of smile… 
Honestly, I just want the world to smile. 

Word, Sound and Power... performing tomorrow night...

Break the Silence - help our children

Break the Silence
By Delroy Nesta Williams

You commit murder when you keep silent
Every time you see injustice and don’t speak
When you know that your little girl
Is forced to rock on a grown man’s cock
But you turn a blind eye
And pretend not to see
Because the man brings in the pay check
And pays for your hair and your nails
So instead you pave the way to your daughter’s grave
When you pretend to not hear the screams
Or notice that every night he leaves your bed
And goes into the next bedroom instead
You know what’s going on
But you prefer to play dumb
You’re just perpetuating the crime
Adding grime to the slime
Just because you think you can’t get another man
So you give him the upper hand
Even if it means that your flesh and blood
Is covered in his stench and her own blood
Because he forced her hymen,
Her body isn’t prepared for the private parts of grown men.
But you gotta have the fancy dresses
And flaunt to all your family and friends
While your daughter rots inside
Her soul fading away to its end
You’re just as guilty as the man
How can you look into his eyes
Tell yourself that you love him
And allow him to rape your kin
So while he stains the youthful days of your child
You add insult to injury
How do you look into her eyes
And not see the pain
How can you see her soul
And not recognize the stains
That his filthy touch has left
If you won’t protect yourself
At least protect your blood
How can you allow this go on?
This isn’t what was meant
By turning the other cheek
Ordering your daughter to be submissive and meek
So you commit the murder of your very own daughter
Killing her soul by the minute and the hour
Death isn’t only when breath leaves your corpse
Death is when you turn a blind eye
And show the one you should love
That her peace of mind, you sold and he bought…

Hater

I was bored at work and started to write, this is what i came up with, fresh from my thoughts:

Hater

By Delroy Nesta Williams

They will call me a hater

Cuz I don’t dance to the beat

Of their drum machines

I don’t need to be at every sewo

And sing songs with lyrics

Of people more clueless than me

I don’t need to be copycat “stars”

Who pretend to have it made,

But when the truth comes out

They’re so much more than fake!

With weaves, press on nails, plastic surgeries

Fake teeth and jewelry

Just why all the drudgery

To be a replica

Of a Nicki Minaj

Who is clearly just a mirage!

Fabricated to mislead us all

And wishing to be anything close to real

I truly don’t see the big deal

How they spend all their time

Trying to make it

When they’re only faking it

I’m sorry for those little girls

Who dream of one day being Nicki

The beautiful black “Barbie”

But there’s nothing more tragic

Than a black woman covered in plastic

They will call me a hater

Cuz I don’t linger on the streets

With nothing to do but

Holla at every female that passes

Sizing up their breasts and asses

Or laugh at every foul-smelling, misdirected vagrant.

They’re so misguided, it’s blatant!

But they can’t see it

Too busy caught up in the bling

That they don’t see this things

That the very beggar they mock

Is someone who was once in the same shoes as them

But who took a mis-step.

So instead of giving a helping hand

They laugh as much as they can

Not knowing how easy it is

To switch places and end up in the shoes

Of the man who smells like doo-doo

But they will call me a hater

cuz I’m not a trend

I see more pleasure in being an individual

I’m tired of their pretence

I look like no one else

I’m just happy to be myself

But they look all the same

So I can’t tell the difference

Who is real and who’s synthetic

Yet, they call me pathetic

But if I call them out

And expose their flaws

Suddenly I’m the hater

But they’re just conformists

Who sell out for “swag”

And pretend to be bad

Cuz gangsters get more girls

And the Nerd look is in

So that’s what they gonna do

Even if they don’t know 1 + 1 = 2

And they have no idea

That they just selling themselves short

Boys, girls, it’s time to grow up

But I will tell them plain

They’re just a part of the game

And they are no different

Being led to their doom

And I’m so glad there’s no more room

In this “IN” crowd

Cuz I can’t be a part of this

Where I can’t be myself

Just let me be me

Let me be different

Cuz in the end

All that’s left

Is my difference!

I could go on and on

Cuz rambling is fun

But I gotta go now

I hope you enjoyed my poem

It wasn’t meant to hurt or offend

I just needed to get a few things of my chest

So now that it’s said and done

Peace out my people, I’m gone!

Keegan Maharaj erupts with Issues and Ideas

This is just a video clipping that I took of Keegan Maharaj during the Issues and Ideas (InI) session/workshop at the Nature Island Literary Festival...

No need for too much talk or anything, just listen to the young man and you are bound to feel the vibe that was emanating throughout the three days at the "little" festival of WORD, SOUND and POWER...

For photos of the events at the Nature Island Literary Festival or to contact Keegan Maharaj