Pumping Iron

My arms are strong and my hands are calloused

I work on the building sight on those hot Jamaican days

They carry, cut, and bend iron

Iron that keeps the blocks in place when

The earth quakes or the hurricanes come.

My arms are strong and my hands are calloused

I make love to my woman on those hot Jamaican nights

They carry, cup and bend her body

Arms that keep her in place

When the earth shakes or the hurricanes come