Ann-Marie Zo Coore

Jamaica, my sweet, lovely island. Land of wood and water. Even the sound of your name echoes melodious music in my soul. My exquisite island is surrounded by beautiful beaches, sparkling water, and coconut trees. Your beautiful, sun-kissed people—bronze, ebony, mocha, café au lait—pretty as a picture and so talented! My Jamaica. Exotic to some, to me you are home....

Regal, Royal, an African prince I am. I am crowned with content, not jewels. I embody righteousness, wisdom, and noble character. I am tender as a lamb but fierce as a lion. Diligent, but strong like an ox. I am a force to be reckoned with. I am a masterpiece, and you are too. So, let's turn the pages of...

How sweet the essence of my being! How fresh my dew that comes from heaven's well. In the image of His likeness, God my Father in Heaven created me with attributes that make the world stop and ponder to see what I shall become. I am only what God calls me - fearfully and wonderfully made. There is no lack...