Happy Emancipation Day Jamaica, an island where the judges still wear those silly looking wigs that are as stink as colonialism itself and when they speak justice their breath is as nasty and filthy as Queen Elizabitch’s rotten snatch.
Happy Emancipation Day Jamaica, where a little seven year-old girl can be kicked out of school because of her dreadlocks even as you rape Bob Marley’s dreadlocks image so you can attract white tourists to the island.
Happy Emancipation Day Jamaica, where since 1962 your police force has never killed a white person but they have killed more Blacks per capita than anywhere else in the world. Despite these statistics you still manage to brainwash the people into proudly saying that idiotic motto, “Out of Many, One People”.
Happy Emancipation Day Jamaica, where a man as Black as Usain Bolt can bring you glory on the international stage but the moment he moves “uptown”, some woman almost as white as Sean Paul will let him know that he needs to take his Black ass back downtown.
Happy Emancipation Day Jamaica, where you have virtually destroyed farming and put all your eggs into the tourism basket so 80 percent of the monies on the island could be siphoned to foreign countries by the countless hotels and resorts on your north coast. Your citizens no longer proudly farm the fertile land but instead they join long lines to get jobs at the resorts to clean up after white guests and plunged their shit clogged toilets.
Happy Emancipation Day Jamaica, because despite all of our faults and shortcomings, we are a great little island and as our grandparents used to say, “wi likkle but wi tallawah”. We gave Marcus Garvey to the United States and he gave them the UNIA and Black pride. We gave Dutty Boukman to Haiti and he gave them independence. We are a revolutionary island, we are home of the Maroons. So on this Emancipation Day, we dedicate this poem to Nanny, the queen of the Maroons.
Nanny, A Symbol for Liberty
Nanny, great Nanny, you are the greatest that ever lived
Nanny, great Nanny, who else could have done what you did?
How did you do it Nanny? Where did you get the courage?
Was it from Africa? Or were you just tired of the living in bondage?
You were a strong black woman, leader of strong black men
Commanding in rhythm, like Maya Angelou reading a poem
I can hear your commands Nanny, rise! rise!!, rise!!
Let’s fight for freedom, under these Jamaican skies
Who could have stopped you, and say let there be peace
Could Dr. King have convinced you, to turn the other cheek?
Ghandi might have tried, but he would have no success
Nanny, great Nanny, you deserve the green dress!
I won’t ask about slave masters Nanny, or you might say, slave who?
You were enslaved, but not a slave, and they were no masters to you
But how did the Europeans react, did they think you were dumb?
When with a machete, you rise to fight, against their heavy guns
They underestimate your skills Nanny, you fierce fighting tiger
So from limb to limb you chop them, like a close range sniper
And from African bodies on the high seas, fattening the sharks
You use white men blood Nanny, to nourish Jamaica’s grass
Because green grass grows good, when wet with water
But when wet with blood, it grows even faster
So spread their blood Nanny, from Brown Hill to Maroon Town
Nanny, great Nanny, you deserve the green crown!
I have heard the stories of Nanny; you caught bullets with your ass
And fire them back at the Europeans, as if you were passing gas
Black magic, voodoo, obeah, call it what they may
But for the innocent African blood, you made white men pay
You led the way great Nanny, so Africans in Haiti 1804
Could stand up brave and say, we won’t take this anymore
They killed every last European in Haiti, and proclaimed their independence
They followed your footsteps Nanny; they fought with your strength
Tell us your secrets Nanny, we really need to know
They could have saved Martin, Malcolm, Medgar, Marcus and Steve Biko
You fought for Africans freedom, like Haile Selassie on his horse
Nanny, great Nanny, you deserve the green torch
I wish you were here Nanny; I wonder what you would say
About the one sided history, being taught in colleges today
Columbus came, claimed, conquered, crashed, murdered and stole
Yet nowhere in their history books, has your story ever been told
But I will tell your story Nanny! So Africans worldwide can hear
Nanny, you are the sweet dream, that will end our sour nightmare
So for our liberty, justice and rights, we won’t turn the other cheek
We are warriors like you Nanny, real Africans aren’t weak
Nanny, like you we will say, just like Bob Marley sung:
“If a fire, mek it bun, and if a blood mek it run”
We don’t have to build you a statue Nanny, to prove our loyalty
Nanny, great Nanny, you are the true symbol of liberty