I am not ackee and saltfish for breakfast,
or curried goat for lunch.
I prefer chickens alive
than seasoned for supper.
I am not Slow Jams on Urban Nights,
R&B or the dutty wine.
When I dance
I pirouette to Tchaikovsky.
When you swear down
I don’t know what you mean –
no, I don’t smoke green.
When I speak
I intend to be heard.
So take your shock and shove it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem