Monday, October 31, 2011
My aunt told me that she heard my name on the midday news. It's not a big deal to me as I am always in the news but lately I have been quiet, not really in the spotlight as before. She continued to tell me that I had won 2nd place in the short story competition. To be honest, I had even forgotten that I entered the competition. I did so without any thoughts of winning - expecting more seasoned writers to come away with the top prize - but secretly I wanted to win.
Well I didn't really win but I am still happy with what I have managed to accomplish, 2nd place isn't that bad and to think it was my very first submission in the short story competition, my very first short story too.
So here is the short story: Hair On My Chest - it was already available on my blog and I had gotten some positive feedback about it, hope that you enjoy reading it and as always, I would like some constructive criticisms if available.
Thanks again and do enjoy.
N.B. the short story is actually an excerpt from my first novel, David and I, soon to be published... I hope
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Just like the title of the work, this poem will remain untitled and unfinished... because I wish it so:
Untitled and Unfinished
I miss our midnight phone calls
Those private conversations
That always put me to bed
You knew just what to say
I remember every word too
The ability of my mind
To retain your words
Yes, every enunciation
Still etched in my brain
The sound of your voice
As the cold wind blew
Through the trees outside my window
The ability of your mind
So great, so sublime
Knowing just what to say
Calming my ruffled nerves
Getting me to see things beyond myself
The world through your eyes
This is all gone, here and now
all I do is twist and turn
Can’t even lay down my head
Or close my eyes
For, I see your face
I hear your voice
You haunt my nights
Like howling ghosts
Harrowing at me with such guile
That my neck hairs stand up with pride
At full attention
The independence that I wanted
So dependent on your presence
I’ve made a mistake
I know it now
But this ego of mine
Won’t let me apologize
So I continue to bear this agony
Sleepless nights, helpless days
I accept it as fact
But won’t sound the words
That you were my better half
So incomplete that I malfunction... (to be continued... maybe)
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
My poem Teenage Pregnancy is featured in the October issue (no. 25) of Caribbean Youth Vibes newsletter on page 8. The newsletter is developed and distributed by the Commonwealth Youth Programme Caribbean Youth Centre and focuses on youth issues and activities within the Caribbean region.
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This week I'm featuring a poem from my long, lost cousin Elesha Kelian George (Faustin). I came across her poem/note when I was browsing through Facebook... yes, I'm a Facebook junkie... a minimum of three to four hours a day too.
Now to get back to my cousin, I didn't even know she writes at all, my family has a way of keeping their talents locked up in a closet... especially my sister Ezra George, who I must admit is even more talented than i am, she just needs to take some time to construct her thoughts.
Well to get back to my cousin, here is her poem/note:
You're Just Not Good Enough
Who am I today a vagrant gone astray
Maybe an angel on the good days
Am I black or am I white today?
A thousand back lashes screaming you're Just Not Good Enough either way!
Is my nose too wide, my hair too tough
My feet's too big and hands too rough
Is it that I'm Just Not Good Enough??
Being loved, feels like I'm hated
On those dark days not even affiliated
The ones who's suppose 2 care
Can't even be there...
Won't play their part
Unaffected by the fact that they played your heart...Just Not Good Enough to be a part of their selfish pipe dreams
That they hold so close to their heart
Pushing you farther apart with the notion that you're Just Not Good Enough!
To be in their life
To be their dreams
Not Even Good Enough to be in their schemes!??
Wonder girl or I wonder girl??
That this life did a number on you
Tried to make a number out of you
One more addition to the statistics of being Just Not Good Enough...
With life being a choice and death being a decision,
Like Wizzy said I guess I gotta make a decision!
To live like the angel that I envisioned
Or to be part of your trapped vision
Its time to rid myself of u, circumcision
Refused to be tied to the lies that I'm Just Not Good Enough!
This day I'll Be More Than Enough
My unattainable dreams as you so refer them will not be handcuffed
Your thoughts or image of me and who you think I should or shouldn't be
That decision was never up to you
And now I know better!
I'm sitting here having a break through
You'd see me grinning and can't figure out why, after you've tried to
Erase the crises of the corner of my smile, I still smile!!
My chalk white teeth blinding
Like a thousand suns, the ones you tried to burn!!
I start laughing hysterically at the thought that you thought you could wipe away my joy! Peace of mind and serenity!!
You're looking at me wide eyes, going crazy!!
Don't you know that you can't burn the sun!??
The sun will shrivel you to nothing
Like the nothing you made me feel
All these years and I used all those tears to OUSTED your fire!
And heat up my burning desire to live
And live FREE of you and what you made me out to be!
A liar! A thief! A killer and drug dealer
I was bitter as HELL just where you wanted me too be!
But I overthrew Hell's fury over your ills of me!
The pain melted away!
Because hell's fire is HOT!!!
And I felt the heat all the life you wanted for me!
But I'm to blessed to stay in this mess
Heaven sent I am, the redeemer of your past and the psychic of your future
I was not meant to be at the bottom of the food chain
I am beast with brains..a MONSTER!
I am to be feared loved and respected
Not something you can stand on but someone you can stand along with
Through the hours of the day and horrors of the night
I am like a Phoenix!
I burn then I RISE!
Written by: Yours Truly
Elesha Kelian George a.k.a Elapop
Click here for more of her notes/poems
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Every now and again I start a poem that I just can't finish so I put them in a pile. I have folders full of pieces of poetry, sometimes I manage to put two or three of them together and they fit so well together and form this magical unit but tonight is not one of those times, lol...
I’m just going to share a few of my ramblings... some about love, I know, I know... as much as I don't want to admit it, love does find itself in a lot of my poems and notes. So here are my latest ramblings:
Rambling No. 1
I just love that girl,
wish I could tell her so
but she's so preoccupied with the world
busy behind the bling and the finer things
clothes, cars and the diamond rings.
she can't see far beyond all that
I’m willing to give her all of my heart
so quick to ride with the biggest baller
she can't even hear me when I holler
Rambling no. 2
I keep looking at your profile pic
looks like you've got the sweetest of lips
I wanna stare deep into your eyes
look within your soul
hold you tightly in my arms when you're cold
I hope I do one day
gives me something to look forward to
dreaming of tomorrow, today
Rambling no. 3
I want my damn rib back
Why you may ask?
Because I’m tired of being under
Men this and men that!
Nobody ever offers us our gift back
I want back what is mine
I may be selfish; I may come off as conceited
But have any women ever said thanks
No, not once
You would think something is due us
That a female would acknowledge the sacrifice
Leading to their very existence
Rambling no. 4
So much promise
But no purpose
Can’t see myself
Far beyond the present
Need a change
An out of body experience
Don’t like the image
Staring at me in the mirror
This sense of isolation
Sunken in sudden depression
You might just see these pieces in future work of mine…
Remember I warned you!
18 to Life
by Delroy Nesta Williams
I got 18 to life
And I didn't do the crime
I got 18 to life
Forced to serve the time.
From the moment of birth,
Wasn’t given a chance on this earth
And i'm stuck with this prison sentence
Somebody, tell me what's next.
How can I make amends?
Restitution is for some, not all?
Who will help me overcome?
Stuck here for 18 to life
Simply because I was born poor,
Because my mother didn’t wait.
She spread her legs; victim to my father’s bait
Now she’s left with this little baby
All on her own.
18 to life,
How will she cope?
No job, no man and a little boy
And welfare really doesn’t care.
So I’m stuck here
Trapped within this prison
She was barely a child herself
Where was my father figure?
Surely couldn’t have been this sperm donor
And then they wonder,
How I got 18 to life
Without yielding a gun or knife.
I cry myself to sleep at nights
At the thought of living out my life
Within these broken down walls
I wake up in the early morning
Afraid to open up my eyes
If only I could move away.
But I’m rooted to this place,
Like a tree planted by the rivers
Ohhhhhh; What a rat race.
18 to life
And for what?
Simply because of my birth place.
I need to find a way out.
I will come back for you, mommy
Oh yes, that’s a promise.
Without a doubt...
I’m not sure when as yet,
But by these hands
I’ll break down these walls
Because I can’t stand the fact
That I might be stuck
In the ghetto all my life.
I just can’t serve 18 to life...