Monday, July 06, 2009

I'm not afraid of you, you know

You don't scare me in the least

Though you might pound your chest

And act the untamed beast


Despite how you might curse me

And charge at me with rage

I'm not impressed believe me

I'll not lose my courage



Your mouth spews words of hate

As you strut about with false pride

And all about you cower

But I refuse to run and hide

Caribbean (St. Maarten) Slang Definition

Look for black sheep before dark: Make hay while the sun shines