One step at a time

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One step at a time

I hate making promises I can’t keep,

the minute I say it

It feels like a chain being wrapped around my neck

with a tag saying,

‘This won’t be removed till the promise is fulfilled’

and it weighs heavy on my small body,

the longer it stays wrapped around my neck,

the more it’s weight holds me down

till I can barely move!

I think it’s because I fear not fulfilling what I say,

the mark of a man in my eyes,

Is one who honours his words and stands by his conviction.

If a man’s word has no substance, no weight

or conviction behind them,

How can he be reliable I wonder?

But maybe these feelings are simply just hesitation

expressing outdated ideas in a modern world,

where new ideas and expressions are made every day.

Maybe we just all have flaws,

we need to except and realise

It’s okay to just take it,

one step at a time.

My thoughts on ‘To Children Who Chase Lost Voices From Deep Below’

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This was by far my favourite collection of poems that I have ever written. The themes I tried to convey such as self-identity, love and curiosity was very important to me. I tried to dig deeper and question everything that I once knew such as our roles in society, what is the definition of a man or a woman without society giving you a definition.

The title was meant to be esoteric with children signifying us as children of God and ‘lost voices from deep below’ signifying our subconscious and the voice only we can hear from within. The target audience was definitely towards those who are familiar with the esoteric but also those who are constantly evolving.

As far as influences I drew from Rumi and Kahlil Gibran and many other writers but primarily I wanted to convey my thoughts with transparency and honesty with the reader.

It took a long time to write it but I am proud of the outcome because I became a better human being. I hope to grow and learn more in the future and make connections with other people who have similar aspirations.

A leap of faith

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A leap of faith

To be a dreamer,

is to suspend everything you’ve ever believed in.

To strip yourself bare,

all the way down to your very core.

Whenever I try to describe this sensation,

I feel all kinds of emotions,

such as shyness, vulnerability and even being scared,

scared because all my flaws and fears are laid out in front of me.

Sacrifices that I have made weighing heavy on my consciousness,

Yet I feel tremendous joy and sincere love when dreaming,

and when I say dreaming,

I do not refer to passive dreaming

but rather seeing a vision so strong, unrestricted and priceless,

that in that moment I am truly free.

Not that I want to escape from society

but rather immerse myself in my own world,

then be looked on as just another cog in society’s wheels.

We

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We

The words we whisper

that can only be heard,

from the chambers within our hearts,

Words that fill us with joy,

Words that encourage and inspire us

but sometimes along the way,

depending on how we see ourselves

We utter words that saddens us,

words that make us feel insecure

and lack self confidence.

The thing is

if we hate ourselves,

this is a detriment and a tragedy

because if we don’t see ourselves

bathed in self-love and happiness,

who else is going to see that love within us.

The words we use to cry, yell or whimper

the truth is they matter,

they have always mattered,

we don’t have to self-depreciate ourselves

to harm ourselves,

because there are a lot of people out there

hurt and broken,

and we don’t have to join them,

but rather choose to be ourselves

to love ourselves and seek our own understanding.

 

My thoughts on ‘To Be Young, African and Gifted’

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This is a  collection of poems that I had written with the intention to share my words with the world. The collection consists of 13 poems and is centred around self-identity, self-love, race and music. While writing these poems I was going through a metamorphosis about who I was and what I stood for. It was very therapeutic while at the same time challenging me to be fully open and honest. It was my first collection of poems that I released and reading on it back, I am glad I did it even if I cringe at some of the mistake that I made while writing it :D.

I drew inspiration from my African heritage and great musicians such as Billie Holiday, Tupac Shakur, Jackie Wilson and many others. The title itself was inspired by the legendary writer Lorraine Hansberry and Nina Simone who wrote the song ‘To be Young,Gifted and Black’.  My favourite poems are ‘These are my Heroes’ and ‘To be a Young Black Male’ because it summed up the theme of one loving and embracing his or herself and being unapologetic. These poems were written during the time in America unarmed Black man and woman were being killed and I felt I needed to express what I was feeling at the time.

Overall I loved the entire process and I went on to write a second collection of poems titled ‘To Children who Chase Lost Voices From Deep Below’ the title is a mouthful but if it wasn’t for the fact I shared my poems the first time around it would probably be stuck in a file somewhere so I am thoroughly grateful for the lessons I learned from it.

The book can found in all public outlets such as Amazon, Waterstones, Barnes and Nobles etc.

Thank You !!!

The Painter

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A vast array of different images,

lay stretched out on the canvas wall

It screamed loneliness and pain,

echoing the thoughts

that the painter could only hear.

Try and resist,

but the hand is guided

with a will of its own,

to convey the images

that is in the heart of its weaver

the painter.

In Dorothy’s Name

 

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There was a woman named Dorothy,

who had a humble beginning

was a child who always strived,

dreamed a dream

which was to be free and  exist in a loving world,

long away from the concrete jungle and demanding streets.

She aspired to reach new heights,

yet held reality in check

Success came but  it was always short,

People came and went

some good and some bad,

but each serving as a lesson

a lesson in what,

and who was the teacher?

Yet she remained firm and true!

Heaven blessed her with a daughter,

and Dorothy became a Mother

and nobody could come in between,

However  Dorothy’s time came

and it was far too short,

only 42 years old and with many dreams yet to fulfill.

Her legacy and beloved soul will always remain,

of a  kind and caring woman with matching heart and grace.

 

*Dedicated to the one and only  Dorothy Dandridge ( 09/10/1922-08/09/1965)*

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