Bad Brokn Pickiney

Bad Brokn Pickiney

A Poem by Poet Pittinix
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This is a composition about unruly children.

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(Patois)

 

Some bad brokn pickiney lef dehn yaad a nite ahn kom a mi gietwiay fi mek up nize.

Awl di wile di hulligan dem kom ya wid dem nahsi niegah style.

Di woklis gyal ahn bwoy dem heng out pahn di ruodside huol nite an chat nansense.

Di nizy-nizy pickiney dem noh respeck di peeple dem oo live roun ya.

Mi noh nuo weh mek dem pierence low dem fi goh pan di ruod lakka leggo beese.

 

Di ooman oo run di shap cliem sey shi a cristian, yet shi supuot di bad candok.

Shi hawba di parasite dem out ya caw shi wahn dem fi buy tings inna ar shap.

Some a di time shi gi dem tings fi mek arself luk gud inna di ierya.

Shi a try fi push up inna mi, but mi noh kip compini wid bad mine peeple.

Shi gwaan like shi nice, but mi noh trus ar caw shi a dyam hypocrit.

 

Di luofta dem alwiez kom ya bout sebm a’clack, but mi noh si dem yet.

Y luk like sey noh free nyamin noh deh a di shap tinite fi uol di dutty niegah dem.

Di big peeple dem oo live roun ya cyaan kantruol di bad brokn pickiney dem.

Fram di diay mi bawn til now, a neva si peeple soh illitaret ahn fool-fool.

Awla di peeple dem oo live inna di ierya comein lakka blastid zambie.

 

 

Ill-bred Children

 

(English)

 

Some ill-bred children leave their homes at nights and come to my gateway to make noise.

The hooligans frequently come here with the conduct of nasty n*****s.

The worthless girls and boys hang out on the roadside all night and talk nonsense.

The noisy children do not respect the people who live around here.

I do not know why their parents allow them to go on the road like loose, wild beasts.

 

The woman who runs the shop claims that she is a Christian, yet she supports the bad conduct.

She harbours the parasites out here because she wants them to buy things in her shop.

Sometimes she gives them things to make herself look good in the community.

She is trying to make friends with me, but I do not keep company with covetous people.

She behaves as if she is nice, but I do not trust her because she is a hypocrite.

 

The loafers always come here around seven o’clock, but I have not seen them yet.

It seems that no free food is at the shop tonight to hold the dirty n*****s.

The adults who live around here cannot control the ill-bred children.

From the day I was born until now, I have never seen people so illiterate and foolish.

All the people who live in the community behave like blasted zombies.

© 2025 Poet Pittinix


Author's Note

Poet Pittinix
This one is personal.

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Added on January 4, 2025
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Poet Pittinix
Poet Pittinix

Kingston, West Indies, Jamaica



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