![]() Bad Brokn PickineyA Poem by Poet Pittinix![]() This is a composition about unruly children.![]() (Patois)
Sohm bad brokn pickiney lef dehn yaad a nite ahn kom a
mi gietwiay fi mek up nize. Awl di wile di hungry belly 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 dehn slacknis. Shi hawba di parasite dem out ya caw shi wahn dem fi
buy tings inna ar shap. Sohm 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 hungry hooligans frequently come here with their
unruliness. 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 their disorderly 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 PittinixAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Poet PittinixKingston, West Indies, JamaicaAboutHi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read and to publish my compositions, not to engage in controver.. more..Writing
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