My Patois, My Pride Poem by Brian Garfield Morrison

My Patois, My Pride

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Can speak english fluently
with charisma and clarity.
World stages, like babies
on bosoms, cling
to our every prose.
They question aloud
many forced migrations.
from over There - to Here.

Like a one piece
cary-on, we packed it.
my prized possession.
Educating naysayers,
presenting with pride
our roots and more.
In unique fashion -
a dialect in twang.

So if for any reason
cause you to utter like
Marcus Mossia Garvey,
Robert Nesta Marley,
Hon. Louise Bennett,
it`s our Patois.
Proudly empbrace
an` neva disown.

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To all who hold on to their roots in every which way. Never disown! !
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