Mysia Hayling Poems
|1.||Solid As A Rock||3/25/2012|
|2.||Woman Thou Art Free||3/25/2012|
|3.||Wait A While||8/23/2012|
|4.||Being A Mom||10/7/2014|
|8.||A Prayer For Young Girls||1/5/2017|
|9.||Follow Your Dreams||1/5/2017|
|10.||No Matter What||1/5/2017|
|12.||Change Of Sail||1/29/2017|
|13.||Moso How You Come So||9/30/2013|
|14.||So Open Minded||3/8/2012|
|17.||Hide My Heart||11/28/2014|
|18.||You Will Not Break||1/3/2017|
|21.||Wolf In Sheep Clothing||9/14/2007|
|23.||Kfc So Good||3/8/2012|
|25.||I Love My Land||10/7/2014|
Comments about Mysia Hayling
I Love My Land
I love my land
I eat by the sweat of my hand
the hot sun God made my body to stand
the rain and I go together like beach and sand.
Nothing feels sweeter than eating what I grow
instead of foreign products to swallow.
We keep the money inside
When I invest in the plantation outside.
Wipe that foreign taste out of your mouth
Let local be the one you can't do without
work the piece of land in your yard
don't sell it, rent it when you get tired
The land is the strength of the black man
The harvest is sweeter by the hand.
Kfc So Good
Praise to the man who had the idea to bring KFC here, it doesn't seem to be going anywhere.
It is here to stay, as Grenadians eating chicken night and day. Don't talk about when they get pay.
The line stretching right out to the door, they can't get enough they want more. They say the chicken is finger licking, the smell have your mouth dribbling.
The only restaurant that ain't struggling. Don't talk about Christmas, Public Holidays, Big Shows, Sports and Carnival, Chicken flying like hot