Black is what the prisons are,
The stagnant vortex of the hours
Swept into totality,
Creeping in the perjured heart,
Bitter in the vulgar rhyme,
Bitter on the walls;
Black is where the devils dance
With time within
The creviced wall.
This poem re-stages a tracing match (quarrel) between two
Jamaican women. Common cuss-words like "boogooyagga" (low-grade) "heng-pon-nail " (bedraggled) are used.
Gwan gal yuh fava teggereg,
Ah wey yuh gwine goh... CUSS – CUSS by Louise Bennett.