She's Gone
My woman is gone.
My woman is gone.
She has left me
a note
hanging on my door
said she couldn't
take it
she couldn't take anymore
Pressures around me
just couldn't see
She lived like a prisoner
who needs
to be free.....
Still
I know now
You never see smoke without fire
and everyman you see
has got a heart's desire.
by the hon. Robert Nesta Marley
This unique blog is Jamaica's very first blog. It documents the work and thoughts of Jamaican Philpsopher, Yannick Nesta Pessoa. I am an Artist, Graphic Designer, Copywriter, Poet, Social Advocate, Community Activist, Western Mirror Columnist and Legal Student. Follow on Twitter & Instagram @yahnyk. Follow on Youtube @ and Reply to yannickpessoa@gmail.com
1 comment:
Actually I wrote that poem. Just kidding! Good to see another blog about Jamaica.
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