Win'rush Pickney Prosody: Win'rush Nurse & Other Poems
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Win'rush Pickney Prosody explores the experiences of the Windrush Generation and its offspring. In this text, Patois is the vehicle used to navigate a complex social history. Highlighting a few dichotomies that may have led to the Windrush Scandal. It explores the 'ignition' of a fire, (co-dependency between Jamaica and the British crown); The 'growth' of the fire, (realisation that much has been removed from the Land of Wood and Water - educationally, financially, technologically, historically, medically, with little returned; The 'development' of the fire, (Rastafari men and women called for Reparation and Repatriation decades ago). The islands are now, 'republic boun'; In the 'decay' phase, the fire within is the Caribbean is raging. The region has evolved, it is out of its puberty and now steps into adulthood. So too, all Jambrits Win'rush Pickney, especially. Love Lettahs celebrates Frederick Dowie, my grandfather, a World One veteran, who then, loyally served King and country.
Section titles are:
• History;
• Life;
• Windrush Generation;
• J'cans & World Wars.
Themes veined through the text are:
• Patois language
• Belonging
• Dsplacement
• Love & Marriage
• Femicide/Matricide
• Domestic violence
• Politics (both sides of the Atlantic).
The reader decides whether Caribbeans' life has improved (the new tribe - created for a 'New World') or, is Caricom justified in its call for unity when putting forth, 'The Ten Point Reparations Programme'.
See poem entitled:
'Reparation'.
Not much has been heard about the experience of The 'Windrush' child.
A voice silenced during the recent Windrush Scandal and subsequent debates.
Through a plethora of themes, the Win'rush Pickney's voice is explored.
Telling the tale of Jambrits who still feel the brunt of the immigrant experience.
Recruited by the British to rebuild a beleaguered post-war economy, the Windrush Generation were reliable, hard-working, vibrant human beings. They were, 'The People Who Came.'
Win'rush Pickney Prosody celebrates what it is to be a Jambrit living in the African Diaspora.
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Win'rush Pickney Prosody - Horlene Hanlan
History
Urban Music
Today, colon man
Call Dancehall,
'Urban Music'
An' we Reggae,
'Im berate.
Facey!
- Ah we social history
We music narrate!
On dat,
Let us be clear.
We islan' still control by
Colon man bigotry.
Dat's why we chant
'Bout livin' in
Jamdung's financial
Vortex, my dear.
Like dih ol' times
O' we fore-fadah an' modah,
Ah we life story dancehall
And reggae tell.
Passin' from one generation
To dih oddah.
Sint'ing we learn from
Dose innovative inventor
- We fore-bearah.
Patois,
Like dem,
Is unique to we nation.
Togeddah,
We gi' yesteryear's generation,
We Mama an' Papa,
All dih HONOUR
An' GLORY,
FOREVER,
We proud
O' we patois langwij
An' ancestry.
Patois
Fih we langwij colon man no respec'.
Dat's why 'im call it a dialec'.
Papa use it fih fight plantation brutality
An' Mama?
She pav'd dih road fih you an' me.
We Patois nah tu'n duppy.
We nah shove it undergoun'.
O' we Patois we proud.
- Yuh nuh hear 'ow we talk it loud?
Patois sav'd many from dih crown's reign o' terror
An' dat, was not by error.
We fore-parents use it fih hinfluence
We fight 'gainst colon man's domestic violence.
Never fazed, from dem born
to dih en' o' deir days,
Mampy an' Grampy use Patois to resis'
Colon man's imperiled,
Immoral ways.
Patois is why nuff Jamaican en' up mentally section
Or in pris'n ah Henglan'.
Colon man
Wah we feel we langwij less dan.
While him preten' not to understan'.
Even in JA schoolyards
It,
Dem wah ban.
"Speak properly.
Talk the King's English."
'Ouse slaves insis'.
Hediat outah we dem try mek.
Doin' dem bes', fih erase
We African-European word sangwij.
Bredren!
Jamaica Patois 'ave a special place
In we history.
Ah fih we antiquity!
It 'tan up 'trong
'Gainst redcoat soldiers' bayonets an' gun!
Patois breed out o' owl-like wisdom
An' is why slavery done!
Ah time we stop undermine we langwij
Ah we ancestor mek it!
Tek we que from dih chosen few
People like,
Marse Ron,
Winston 'Bello' Bell
An'
Miss Lou.
Gweh! Wid yuh 'ouse slave baggage!
Yuh nah liss'n dis 'conscious' message?
Grampy nevah stumble.
Granny nay-nah grumble.
Instead, adversity-led,
Dem invent dem ownah etymology.
An' Bredren,
Dat's not mythology.
Tacky's Easter Rebellion
TACKY an' dem,
Rebels wid a serious cause,
Sharpen dem machete,
Colonial system haffi done!
Dem Patois state.
Dih colon man
Problem escalate.
Planters ketch dem 'fraid.
To dem,
Dih enslave,
Jus', nay-nah behave.
When mutinies
Dih henslav'd led.
In St Mary,
Droves of settlers fled.
Leavin' redcoat soldjahs,
(Dose dat bled),
Pon forrest'd groun's,
- Dead.
Searchin' shacks
At Frontier Plantation,
Whips crack pon
Enshackl'd backs.
Fill'd wid wrat'
An' Willie Lynch hate,
At Trinity Estate,
Non-plussed slavers
Talk nuff fart.
"Patois' not allowed
On our plantations
Or on this,
Our newly created
'New World' nation!
Here, no new languages
Will be spoken.
Not by you our slaves,
Or by anyone."
Full up ah might,
TACKY
Continue him word fight.
"Freedom or war!
Colon man a tek t'ings too far'!
When redcoat soljas attack,
Courage,
Me an' my bredren dem
Nah lack!"
At Heywood Hall,
Flyin' parties
TACKY did cuss.
"We gwine tu'n back
Unuh an'
Dis BC colonial clock!"
Settlahs fret
When TACKY bu'n
Fort Haldane
An' Esher Estate
To dih grung.
See,
Militia an' soldjah
Lef' fih dead,
By dose subjugat'd,
- Dih enslaved.
Soh, settlers
Go wake
A hangry Governor
Outah 'im bed.
Tell him seh,
Tacky an' dem
Seekin' freedom.
Dih Governor shake him head
'Im frown
Den,
For Englan's crown,
Him deman',
"Every rebel man
Must be cut down!"
Dih freedom fighters' bravery
(Deemed a crime),
Was met wid brutal hostility.
Dih Akan an’ fighting men
Were thus,
- Maligned.
Near dih en',
Sir Henry Moore,
Dih Governor,
Feelin' vengeful an' sore,
Sen' maroon an' soldjah
To even Jamaica
planter-bwoy score.
Shortly aftah,
Davey
(dih maroon),
Captur'd
TACKY
- Our hero.
Sadly,
It is said,
TACKY,
Davey
- Did behead.
Granny & Grampy
Wid gusto,
Dem abuse we Granny.
Henglan' monarch's focus was on ventures
To do wid money.
Dih crown nevah care 'bout dose who weep,
Wuk wid lickle sleep
Or,
Forc'd to trundle
Wid 'eavy bundle,
Up an' dung Jamdung's sugar hill.
The monarch's concern?
'Ow much cash innah dih till
Our people never ha' no say.
Disdain, laced wid
Bible-beatin' devilry,
Rape, cato-nine lashin',
An' disparagement,
Ah wah,
Grampy,
A 'Subjec' who labah for free,
Get from dih imperial crown heveryday.
Dare I say -
Dat was 'im pay.
Reparation
Dih oddah day,
Right yahsoh,
Ah Yard,
Dih son of
Dih current monarch
Mek one speech.
I'm couldah grin him teet'
Lickle more.
It obvious,
We 'istoric pain
Dem gladly hignore.
We,
Dem truly abhore.
Nuh wah understan'.
Dem nah say dem wrong.
No wah deal wid we
REPARATION.
Sugar Poun'
No ifs or buts,
Planters and Merchants
Full up o' racial hate.
Not in a hurry
Dem really want to escape
From tell we,
Dih descendants of dose
Dey enslaved
- sorry.
Me still say,
It not too late.
Even though me know
Sorry cyah mend soldier lorry.
Dey value dih sugar poun'
Dat finance dih gol'
Pon 'Golden Age '
Empirical crown.
today we note
Dey avoid accountability
mek up dem mind
Seh dem nah apologise
spread despicable lies.
develop more imperial ties.
Dih new king
Seh slavery is sinting,
Him team an' him 'researching'.
Guess whah?
Me don't understand
Fih him level of reasoning.
A whah kind o' foolinish,
Dih Palace regurgitating?
Do You, Like Me, See?
Do You, Like Me, See?
Desperate men and women board crafts
On high seas, seeking opportunities?
Headed toward a fallacy on lands claimed to be free?
Think about our world's modern history. is it not a mystery?
Like olden times,
- During the fifteenth century,
New' lives in a 'New World, the appeal.
Broken hearts set sail on boats that hold dreams
- So frail,
Leaving behind homelands beleaguered by poverty and starvation striving for families' social mobility.
Can you, like me, see the irony?
If it wasn't so serious, I'd say it's funny.
Africans die of hyperthermia
On oceans and seas,
they drown, freeze AND die from
Dis - Ease.
'He'
Implements
New immigration policies.
No!
he says to all illegal entries."
Yet, PM he became on the back of
Being the child of an 'Immigrant' family.
Untenable situation
-Both families fleed
Yet, they'll stop at nothing.
Their priority?
the protection of 'tiefing' monopolies.
They'd do anything to 'fit' in.
Small boats and rubber dinghies,
Make them fret.
The 'Others'
Who cross Channel waters,
By-passing borders make them upset.
Even though, both forget their mothers
Made similar Journeys.
Now, isn't that interesting?
Woman Duppy Laugh
I weep when on Parliament TV
I see House of Commons' MPs
Debate the topic of immigrants at sea.
They do so very vehemently.
I cast my mind in empathy
For those who survived
The horrors faced on that journey.
Bringing to the forefront of my consciousness
The basics of mankind and our earthly humanity.
I wonder if I too had to flee
From my beloved country,
Would the experience
Change the fundaments of me?
Listening to men and women undermine
Those who fled a life of tyranny.
I sip my cup of tea fashioned from
the wealth of the East India Company,
WHILE
MPs who live in relative luxury
Berate those who survived the heave and froth
Of oceans that rolled and rocked,
Taking lives of those men and women
Who dared to take a fair chance at life,
Wearing a smile and the
Armour of ambition and bravery,
Wanting a life free of mental anguish,
Deleting the lack of prospects
And continuing to be socially impoverished.
Instead, those MPs, most are descendants
Who inherited wealth
Founded upon concrete made
From greed and colonial mastery.
While seated on my blood red settee
I sit with a heart that is so heavey
While listening ever so quietyly,
I fathom a stench of hypocrisy.
When she states,
"I shall prevent 'foreign' bodies
'Swarming' to this,
'Her' 'enrichened' country."
Does that loon know it's
Built on the foundations
Of
Sugar and Slavery.
STRANGE...
Does the Home Secretary
connect?
Was not her own, one of those families?
Desperate, in need of a safe haven to land,
Does she not remember the days before
She married grand, born out of
A 'once upon a time'?
I snigger.
Guess what?
By the PM she was fired!
I am tired,
All the same,
A Jamaica Woman Duppy
Who laugh
Ke-ke-kee-kee!
Indentured Convicts
Did Taino men and women