Bad Brokn PickineyA Poem by Poet PittinixThis is a composition about unruly children.(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 PittinixAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorPoet 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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