Category: Tanya Shirley

TANYA SHIRLEY Why are you here I used to suck the blood from men’s necks empty myself to make room for them But that is in the past  They did not die I am a room full of bloody men Why do you say this I should have died once...

TANYA SHIRLEY There are lanes weaving through Kingston where women spilling from zinc shacks wear bras and batty riding shorts to corner shops. Breasts like sling-shots ready to spray bullets. Big bellies saying they’ve...

TANYA SHIRLEY Some big fat gyal cyaan handle buddy yet still waan ride pon Kabasaki, mawga slim gyal cyaan tek winery . . . hood top, hood top if you love bike back, hood top. Shabba Ranks Your buddy is not a bike. The feel of...