The hills

Golden stones on the eastern quarry
Black skin coursing through its passages
Like the oil that once filled those drums now pans
Who first cant be said
Some say Laventille
Out of pity or dread
To think of your history
As maroons in town
The irony perhaps only now seen
Or maybe it speaks of from whom they ran
And of you too since then one clan
A warriors haven to this day
It need fixin but what says you
In fineries to mine eye
And pride more than i
Laventille people dont make me cry
Houses stacked and built on each other
Like rick rack on poplin
The city’s zig zag border
At night from afar what do I see
A sequined, sprawling shimmering saree
Tribute without truth is pure mamguile
So no mention of your troubles
But you can ask me why
Cause you acting too like you fraid me
For another reason
Maybe you should be scared
With all that you have
Mornings spent on curbs
Nights too in boxers
Headties and stagnance
Comfortable or resigned
Trapped or defined
Who wants out who wont look back
To tenement love down forbidden tracks
That’s part of it too I imagine
Cause for Laventille is a love song
I writing
A love that travels through the eyes
With a shiver down my spine
And a settling by my thighs
Upper thigh that is
Red brick exposed
Galvanize fence
Guns and drugs keeping things lil tense
But in Laventille man and woman
old aunt and chile
does still make some of us smile a wicked smile