Poetry

Who is a jue?

I am a Jue.
A Liberian Jue
You ask, “What is a Jue”, “who is a Jue”
A Jue? Yes a Jue.
A Jue is a woman
Determined
loving
Sassy
Feisty
Challenging
She’s Fun
An Intellect
Ambitious
She’s smart
Giving
Loving
Affectionate
passionate
She is capable of being all she wants to be
Career woman
Mother
Wife
Daughter
Sister
Friend
Boss
Jue- is an active woman
A Jue is also flirty
Ragingly passionate

HUMAN DOINGS

Rush of lives invades evenings’ peace.
Commuters break orders.
Communities are buzzy or are they wiz-dizzy?
Dawn seldom sinks with the melody of birds.
Rarely do we taste the tranquil moon and
the crickets’ band that sings while chickens roast.
When quietness is looted, who can meditate? When solitude
is besieged, who will innovate?

Below the Belt

Reading the signs of hope
Hoping for a healthy haven
Yet we are below the belt

Fecundating the farmland of fantasy and furthering
Perpetually the crown of injustice
These our guardians foster

Though talkative and frivolous we may appear
In the eyes of our beholders
We civilize society and preach the unwanted sermon
O peace and justice
But we are below the belt
We willingly crave for death in the name of sacrifice
To serve humanity
Looking, reading, and talking
We hunger for greener pasture

Serve Me, My 23!

Oh! I just stumbled across an enclosed present
And it feels even harder than I thought
Oh my, He calls my name!
He says to me, I’m raising prominent people here
I'm here to enlighten you and strengthen you!
I saw you from afar
I then opened my chamber and rolled out
Are you a celebrity?
I’m the big 23; I’m so in love with you
I want to climb the tallest ladder with you
Built the biggest castle ever!
Stand tall despite all the toils
Hope you are ready for the transposition

The BWI School Ode

O’dear Booker T. we sing thy praises
And honor the name that we love
Thy standard of life we always cherish
And work for your interest and good
Refrain:
O’yes we love dear BWI
And sing of her greatness to others
We honor thee and this the reason why
Thou art our alma mater
O’dear Booker T. we love thy teaching
And pray and hope for years to come
Thy progress and power forever leading
May carry the light to our homes
Some day when our school life is over
And we gather to say to all good-bye

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