In my time, I was a girl who like to spree. The whole world would open fi mi if I shift mi hips to strain the fabric of mi skirt, just so. Still, I did learn mi lesson where love concern: if snake bite yu, when yu see even lizard, crawling with him belly on ground, yu run. Now the gal come to mi, say she fall in love with man who have a plan fi change. But she nuh notice him also carry gun? And, lawd, how she nuh see who running the show and who keeping house same way?
Shara McCallum - 1972-
What I'm telling you [excerpt]
Reincarnation, life everlasting-- call it whatever you will-- it will not change the facts: we are ashes of stellar death. And, in the end, wishing on shooting stars is like pinning your hopes on the last sound of the whistle trailing off, last chord of the train sparking on the tracks then fading into the dark.