Then You And Me
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Last published Sat, Mar 8, 2025
Yuh go out ah yuh way fi hurt mi And mi go out ah mi way fi hurt yuh Wi keep goin round inna circle No, this ah cyah love, this ah surgery
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ᵀʰᵉ ᴰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᴼᶠ ᴹᵉ
My mother always warned me against playing with dangerous things-fire, drugs... love. She'd say it with a sternness that let me know she'd seen firsthand what those things could do to a person. But I was never one to listen blindly. I always wanted to see for myself, to feel the burn, to taste the danger, even if it was only once. "Mi tell yuh, wah sweet nanny goat a guh run him belly," she'd say, eyebrows raised and finger pointing, reminding me that sometimes the sweetest things come with a price you don't want to pay. But curiosity has a way of twisting the mind, making you think you can handle what others couldn't, that somehow the fire would feel different, that the flame wouldn't burn quite as deep. So I stepped into love, heart first, thinking I could hold on to just the sweet without tasting the bitter. But love-it's the trickiest one of all.
ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ🇯🇲
ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ?Complete
Mi No Want Har!!! (On Hold)
⚠️NOT EVERYONE IS GOING TO LIKE THE BOOK .THEY ARE GOING TO FIND FAULT ,AND I AGREE BECAUSE ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING BUT Y'ALL DON'T HAVE TO READ THE BOOK. IF ITS NOT GIVING "YOU" THEN JUST FIND ANOTHER ONE.....SIMPLE BECAUSE IF Y'ALL ARE GOING TO BE DISRESPECTFUL TO ME I'M GOING TO BE DISRESPECTFUL TO Y'ALL AS WELL....
𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘓 𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘔𝘈
Under construction! 🚧 Wrote this when I was thirteen published when I was fourteen as you can guess Errors all over! Bare with meComplete
Love in the After
Even though I don't look up right away, I feel him. His presence shifts the air, makes it heavier, like the sky right before a storm. A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off. I can sense he's here to handle our unfinished business, and I know he won't hold his tongue this time, not without our audience from earlier to keep him in check. "Why yuh really come back Jodie?" He's blunt, as always, and I can tell he's revving up for a fight. Him lucky. "I love Ms. Iva and I respect her for what she does, but dem neva send yuh gah school fi sell yam dung a market...Why'd you leave Kingston?" "I told you already, I'm using my PTO Knox" I dispose of the water into the grass, setting the wash basin up against the tank. He scoffs. "Liad, yuh done tell dah one deh already, betta yuh come up wid a next one." His eyes are daring, challenging me to come clean, but I can't. "Why you cyaa juss believe me? What's so suspicious about me needing time away from work?" I push past him, not yet ready to dive so deep into the unknown. He grabs my wrist, pulling me into his chest and trapping me there. The warmth of him seeps into me, setting off a fire under my skin. He doesn't ease up, but the pressure does something to me that I can't shake. I tell myself to take a step back, create some space, but I don't. I won't. "Because me know yuh, Jodie. Better than I know myself. I know you..." He presses his index fingers to his heart, his breath shallow as it cascades across my collarbone. "I thought we were better than this, I thought we could tell each other anything" I shake my head, my eyes closing as I inhale his scent, it's uniquely him. It's dangerous how familiar it is, how it makes my chest ache. I hate him for making me feel like this, I hate myself for wanting to be even closer than we are now.
Hard Fi Resist
𝕮𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝕾𝖆𝖞 𝕹𝖔 𝕿𝖔 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕱𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝕾𝖔 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉 - Jordan swore to stop dipping her hand back in the cookie jar and stay away from Bigga as much as possible. But when you love sweets, it's hard to give it up. Cause it tastes too good and gives you a sugar rush that you keep coming back for more; even though it's not always good for you. It's just too hard to say no to something that feels so good. ___ Jamaican novel. Written in Jamaican Creole and English. 🏅🏅🏅 #1 in 'Irresistible' #1 in 'Jamaica' #1 in 'Montego Bay' #1 in 'Small Stories' #1 in 'Patois' Completed - 9/8/2025Complete
My mother always warned me against playing with dangerous things-fire, drugs... love. She'd say it with a sternness that let me know she'd seen firsthand what those things could do to a person. But I was never one to listen blindly. I always wanted to see for myself, to feel the burn, to taste the danger, even if it was only once. "Mi tell yuh, wah sweet nanny goat a guh run him belly," she'd say, eyebrows raised and finger pointing, reminding me that sometimes the sweetest things come with a price you don't want to pay. But curiosity has a way of twisting the mind, making you think you can handle what others couldn't, that somehow the fire would feel different, that the flame wouldn't burn quite as deep. So I stepped into love, heart first, thinking I could hold on to just the sweet without tasting the bitter. But love-it's the trickiest one of all.
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