Jamaican Poetry: Di Fan Dat Betrayed Me by Poetess Defy
Di fan start act like it nuh have sense,spin slow‑slow like it tired fi live.Mi beg it, “Please, jus’ blow one breeze,”but fan only hum like it cyaan forgive. It wobble like it drunk pon heat,lean lef’, lean right, then freeze.Mi tap it twice pon di rusty neck—fan look at me like, “Mind yuh please.” Sweat a run like mi deh a river,shirt stick down like second skin.Fan watch mi suffer in…













