#1 Poem Title: "Kweeju" (Abandon Child)

I am kweeju,
Born with a black skin, 
Abandoned by a woman and raised by a hunter
Bright, Brilliant, articulate strong and bold;
I’m filled with hatred,
Skillful enough to attack my enemies. 
 
I am kweeju,
Often the target is sorrow
My future is not confined to charity
Give me the gift of a lifetime,
Give me a dream,
A door of opportunity;
I will thrive.
 
I am Kweeju
Do not hide my fault
Show me my wrong
I am like any other,
Teach me to dream,
And I will become one.
 
I am Kweeju
I am the son; son of the soil,
Rich in texture and content,
Full of potential for a better tomorrow,
Lack of motherly discipline and character,
But filled with hard work,
Teach me to think like the star within me
I am Kweeju.




#2 Poem Title: Weeping/Moaning

We were four in numbers,
When we heard the sound of death’s call,
Calling our mother under cover,
We were shocked and rolled like an ocean,
A mighty man of nature, one who gives and takes,
But time was not appropriate. 
Weeping has turned to our morning meal,
An early dream has come to an end. 
She was our sleeves, woman full of thoughts and emotions,
One who lighten our world,
One who gives us hope for the future has passed on.
She left tears in our eyes,
Memories in our hearts,
Searching for remedy,
And finding none.
 
 
Weeping/moaning

Mother is gone,
I could hear the voice of a new mother calling from the other side,
The little one with such an instigating look. 
My blood boiled to hear the voice of my younger sister crying,
The tears rained down her cheek as a sign of misery. 
The tree has waved its branches, and the dry leaves have fallen. 
We work more and play less,
The one who holds the dream of an entire family has crashed,
Clear waters ran through that fertile land,
By the light of dawn,
We called it home,
We shared a dream,
But now it’s gone. 
We could not change,
Or bring back the days,
But feel her presence around,
And we weep all day.




Who Is A Woman?


The backbone to a man in time of difficulties;

One who lighten the affairs of the family,

And the attention she gives,

Seeking the treasure of satisfaction,

A light in the night of man's trouble.

The bridge of every man's dream,

The apple in the eyes,

The representation of man's life.

 

Who is a woman

One that is quiet,

millions of things are running through her mind

as she stares at you,

she is wondering why she loves you so much,

despite being taken for granted.

She stands by you like a solid rock. 

Never hurt and taken for granted.

 

Who is a woman

Mother to our future leaders

One who has the unique character like salt,

But her presence is never remembered,

Her absence makes all the things tasteless. 

But,

Her smile and commitment,

Make a man realize a woman's worth.





Author Bio
 
Jelvin Stephen Gibson remains the name. He was born in Montserrado County, precisely ELWA Hospital, on Friday, 8th August 1995, as the first son of four children. Father's name is Stephen T. Gibson, and mother's name is Etta B. Sulonkpala (late), while his stepmother's name is Benetta Jones Gibson. He is from Bong County by origin.
  
He holds certifications in Acting for Stage, Acting for Radio, Artist Management, and Acting for Camera. 
He is a classroom Teacher; he holds an Associate Degree in Education (AA) (Language Arts) from the Licosess Mobile Teacher Training College. He looks forward to having a B.Sc as soon as possible.
 
His hobbies are writing, reading, teaching, and caring for others. Because of his writing, he gained popularity in the Liberian Movie Industry. He wrote and starred in the movie "Greed" and also wrote the script of the story "Kweeju" (Abandon Child), which was a zone project. 
 

His father is his inspiration. He always gives him some direction to face something, gives him the story ahead, and is always optimistic about realizing his dreams. He always says that he is the best and that his family is his spirit.