My Jamaica Luv (by Teri Dorsey)
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My Jamaica luv
your mountains hold misty secrets of pain
that birth streets of children flowin through your vein’s
My Jamaica luv
your tears are consumed by mother oceans power
as father sun feeds a hunger that kills every hour
My Jamaica luv
your voice is reggae music that beats a strong heart
with a skip and jump hope smiles on those who push a cart
My Jamaica luv
your beauty is a wonder to the lovers from afar
who pay your husband to build another Jack Tar
My Jamaica Luv
your eyes are a window to visions caused by war
that consumes freedom your son Bob Marley fought for
My Jamaica luv
your hair has been woven by many hands united
that plant a Rasta garden for the lost who are divided
My Jamaica Luv
your lips taste of sweet mango to those you kissed in your arms
who ate holy akee the most cherished of your charms
Written By: (Teri Dorsey) www.teriswavelength.com
Teri and bus driver with a group she brought to a school in Jamaica
Jail Teri visited in Jamaica for young boys
Teri’s family in Jamaica who supported her and loved her as their sister