Growing up we probably were read a nursery rhyme or two. And as we morphed into adults, we were told that poetry was romantic and we learned:
This is probably the most familiar poem known to every person. But being from Jamaica, we learned poetry filled with humor, grit and culture by the one and only, the great, honorable Louise Bennet.
Are you Jamaican? Do you recall Mout- amassi?
Mout-amassi Liza yuh no
Hear yuh momma dah call yu?
Meck yum out so galang plang?
Hear yuh mum duh call yuh!
Yuh mout so fly, yuh mus tell lie.
So member she me dah warn yuh:
Liza, kibba yuh mout!
It is goes but that is my favorite part and my absolute favorite is and will always be New Scholar.
When my children were born I too wanted them to grow up with poetry and a friend of mine bought Alyssa Where the Sidewalk ends and she read the entire book and memorized Stop Thief
Recently poetry has made its way back into my life. At the Beau Arts Festival in Philadelphia a woman had us to a group activity to make a poem. I had never seen poetry actually come together like that before. This past Saturday at Barnes and Noble Children's Book Author Day Olivia, Imani and I met another spunky ten year old author named Christina Jackson.
She wrote an entire book about poetry. I learned all about the different types of poetry and how to write my own. Her bio reads:
Follow her journey and order her book at https://www.bigredbird.org/online-store