This is a monologue/poem, I like to call it a “monopoem”. It’s mean to be recited by a woman speaking with a Jamaican accent. Imagine that she has bright colorful clothing, and is skipping through the streets (kinda like Beyonce’s Hold Up Video). Love is like a Julie mango. Rich with sweetness but not just any type ah sweetness. It distinct. It different. It taste … Continue reading This Love