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.
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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.
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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.
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 !!!
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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)*
This destination where neither planes or travel agents can claim,
an abode for the weary and dreamers
Will you come fly with me to this place called Moon
She is shy and only reveals herself in the night,
a bride in her wedding gown
waiting at the altar for her handsome groom,
This bright-eyed woman from this place called Moon.
Fly with me if you will,
but know that I don’t plan on returning,
rather I’ll spend my days in this place called Moon.