The Prize Poem by Godfrey Morris
The Prize
Long time people say
Dem no throw big stone
After green mango Inna tree
Suh no wonder why my life is troubled
Maybe I'm the ripe mango at the top branch
Of the tree. Everyone trying to take I down.
But this prize will never fall at least
not without a fight.
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: conflict,struggle
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