Hater

I was bored at work and started to write, this is what i came up with, fresh from my thoughts:

Hater

By Delroy Nesta Williams

They will call me a hater

Cuz I don’t dance to the beat

Of their drum machines

I don’t need to be at every sewo

And sing songs with lyrics

Of people more clueless than me

I don’t need to be copycat “stars”

Who pretend to have it made,

But when the truth comes out

They’re so much more than fake!

With weaves, press on nails, plastic surgeries

Fake teeth and jewelry

Just why all the drudgery

To be a replica

Of a Nicki Minaj

Who is clearly just a mirage!

Fabricated to mislead us all

And wishing to be anything close to real

I truly don’t see the big deal

How they spend all their time

Trying to make it

When they’re only faking it

I’m sorry for those little girls

Who dream of one day being Nicki

The beautiful black “Barbie”

But there’s nothing more tragic

Than a black woman covered in plastic

They will call me a hater

Cuz I don’t linger on the streets

With nothing to do but

Holla at every female that passes

Sizing up their breasts and asses

Or laugh at every foul-smelling, misdirected vagrant.

They’re so misguided, it’s blatant!

But they can’t see it

Too busy caught up in the bling

That they don’t see this things

That the very beggar they mock

Is someone who was once in the same shoes as them

But who took a mis-step.

So instead of giving a helping hand

They laugh as much as they can

Not knowing how easy it is

To switch places and end up in the shoes

Of the man who smells like doo-doo

But they will call me a hater

cuz I’m not a trend

I see more pleasure in being an individual

I’m tired of their pretence

I look like no one else

I’m just happy to be myself

But they look all the same

So I can’t tell the difference

Who is real and who’s synthetic

Yet, they call me pathetic

But if I call them out

And expose their flaws

Suddenly I’m the hater

But they’re just conformists

Who sell out for “swag”

And pretend to be bad

Cuz gangsters get more girls

And the Nerd look is in

So that’s what they gonna do

Even if they don’t know 1 + 1 = 2

And they have no idea

That they just selling themselves short

Boys, girls, it’s time to grow up

But I will tell them plain

They’re just a part of the game

And they are no different

Being led to their doom

And I’m so glad there’s no more room

In this “IN” crowd

Cuz I can’t be a part of this

Where I can’t be myself

Just let me be me

Let me be different

Cuz in the end

All that’s left

Is my difference!

I could go on and on

Cuz rambling is fun

But I gotta go now

I hope you enjoyed my poem

It wasn’t meant to hurt or offend

I just needed to get a few things of my chest

So now that it’s said and done

Peace out my people, I’m gone!

Untitled poem

I almost lost this "gem" of a poem, had it stored in my blackberry and was a second away from deleting it... but still thanks to technology. So now, i'm sharing it, enjoy. I haven't decided on a title yet so for now, it's an untitled poem.

Untitled

By Delroy Nesta Williams

Love songs are like daggers to your heart

When love has left and the situation is tearing you apart.

Late at night when the world is asleep

With only your thoughts to comfort you

While you silently weep.

The moment when you realize all you've lost

And the one that mattered most is no longer around.

Suddenly cognizant that it's all your doing

And no matter your action to mend your heart,

You're left in ruins.

A jigsaw puzzle with a missing piece,

Your heart will never again find peace.

Loneliness is strange company

Comes and go as it feels,

Does as it pleases,

Exposes feelings that you've tried so hard to hide

And you're just hurting inside.

No need to suppress it,

You should try to expose it,

But pride always gets the better of you

And keeps you running from the truth.

You’re afraid of being hurt again,

But you end up harming yourself instead

And there's no one else to blame,

No one can help to mend the heart's pain.

A sea of tears lost in the rain.

No one can decipher your thoughts if you don't scream out

Sometimes what you're thinking isn't enough,

You've got to scream out, you've got to shout,

So someone will take notice,

Help you along love's journey

For it can be a painful road to travel alone,

As the path is unchartered territory…

PDA to do or not to do!

Just finished my latest article, in my column the Chronicles of Nesta. You can find it here: da-finest.com.

It's on Public Displays of Affection, PDA.

Feel free to leave a comment or even suggest topics that I could write on, thanks again.

Nesta

New Poem: Facebook Stalker

Latest poem from Nesta: Facebook Stalker

Dear Miss Beautiful

Excuse me if this seems rude,
I know we’ve never met,
But I’ve been loving you for a while.
Yes, I’ve loved you for a very long time,
Ever since I stumbled upon your Facebook profile.
I took a chance and sent a friend request
And to my delight, you did accept.
I’ve secretly watched all your photos
And I’ve read every status too.
I listen to every single song you post,
I liked that song by Whitney Houston
“I will always love you” the most.
There’s only one thing I detest
I can’t stand your relationship status
It just doesn’t reflect “us”
Those photos of your boyfriend,
Wish I had your password
So I could delete them!
Replace them with just a few
Those I Photoshoped,
Those of me and you!
I look out for you every time I sign on,
Even if it means staying logged on
For hours while doing nothing .
Just the thought of you being on Facebook
Has got me hooked.
I even bought a Blackberry Storm,
Just to keep up with updates of your account.
I check my phone on the hour, every hour
To see if you’re on.
I’ve seen you in group chatrooms
But haven’t uttered a word.
I haven’t mustered up the courage,
Guess I’m not really that brave.
I know I should have started a chit chat
But something keeps holding me back.
Thanks to a “close”friend
I even got your cell phone number too
And I did call
3 or 4 times the other night
The late night ringing
From the unknown caller
I just couldn’t let you know it was me.
I know how things might seem,
I hope I didn’t offend you,
I just wanted to hear your voice.
Even if it meant hearing you scream
Wanting to know who was calling.
I wished you thought it was an outside woman
And create problems with your man
If I can’t be yours in real life
Can I be yours, even if it’s just on Facebook?
Maybe even hi5 or My Space
I don’t use those anymore
But I could always sign up again
Can we just pretend to be lovers?
Promise I won’t get jealous
As long as you don’t post about your real love life.
If I can’t have you in cyberspace or in real life
Then will you wait for me in the afterlife?
I hope you can read between the lines!
It doesn’t have to come to this,
But you leave me no choice.
I can’t understand
Why you wouldn’t want me as your man.
We have the same likes and interests
Listen to the same songs.
I even have a private page,
With “our” pictures on.
That I created just for us
Where we can post about our love.
And no one will ever need to know
It’s between me, you and Zuckerberg
And he would never, ever talk.
Mark’s too smart for that
He wouldn’t want another cyber attack.
So what do you say?
Can I count on you?
I love you.
Yes, I do.
Please tell me you love me too.

From
Your friendly Facebook Stalker

For the Children/Victims

Wrote this poem for three (3) children in Dominica who are recent victims of senseless behaviour. I won't say anymore on the topic, let the poem speak for itself...

For Sophie, Rachel and Dahlia

They are our children too

By Nesta

Now what does that say about the justice system?

What about justice for our children?

Who really looks out for them?

Nobody cares for the innocent!

So sad, so sad are the stories,

No one seems to bother or worry,

Rachel, Sophie and now Dahlia.

Lonely tears that no one sees,

Silent cries that no one hears

Isn’t it strange coincidence?

That while one mother walks out of court

Another cries her heart out

That’s just too strange,

I felt compelled to shout out!

Scream out for them as they rest and wait,

Wondering why the world has sealed their fate?

Pondering what they did to deserve their death?

Their bodies may be gone but their souls aren’t at rest.

I see them too, on their knees praying

Hoping that they can protect the next victim.

The next fatality from our reckless behavior,

Who will be their savior?

When all is said and done

I don’t hate the mother or driver,

I just feel for the children;

The REAL victims…

Thoughts

My friends always seem to inspire my poetry and this offering is no different. I took one line from a conversation that I was having with Michelle Belle (a blackberry conversation) and developed the rest of the poem around it. See if you can guess which line it is

Thoughts

I laugh out loud

Just to keep from crying.

If the rainbow is a promise

Then what’s the storm?

After all, the damage has already been done!

I’ve made so much from so little

Now I’m left alone to pick up the pieces

All is gone; left with only rubble.

I have to start over, back to square one

Run the race again,

When it was so close to being won.

It pains me to know,

But at least I’ve got the experience to lean on…

I’ve done it before

And I surely can do it again.

Walking through the blazing sun

Dancing in the pouring rain,

Living to see another day.

Light always follows the dark of the night

So showers of blessings will come my way.

From the ashes I am reborn

Walking with my chest to the sky,

As I hop, skip and jump through

This maze called life.

Wish me the best,

Please I beg!

But, not luck though,

There’s no such thing

When you’re divinely blessed…

Literature students review One Room Shack

Here is another review of my book from two literature students of the Dominica State College. It was a class assignment that they critique a book from a Dominican author. I was very pleased that my book, One Room Shack, was selected. For comments on their book review check Dominica News Online but you can read the entire review below:

It is a rare race of Shakespeares and Walcotts that we live in.

Written by Delroy “Nesta” Williams, One Room Shack, a compilation of the aforementioned poet’s pieces is an initiative to publish his thoughts on an understandable range of topics. Mr Williams, a graduate of the Dominica Grammar School began writing at the tender age of eleven. Williams decided one day to go out on a limb and read his poems at the first Nature Island Literary Festival and got positive feedback; up until that time he was a closet poet. When asked what fueled him to publish a book he said, “Everybody kept asking when I was going to release a book and since no other young people were releasing books I did it to inspire others that they could also do it”

The poems are contemplations on topics such as; love, Dominica, opportunity, patriarchs, comfort objects, dreams, salvation, life and so on. The compilation opens with an acknowledgement of Williams’ humble beginnings in a “One Room Shack” which is essentially its (the compilation’s) namesake and ends with a poem called “Thank You” which shows the poet’s gratitude to his readers or audience for picking up his first book. The poem continues from the title, “For trusting your instinct/Picking up my first poetry book/If you take nothing else/From my rhymes and lines/Remember the spirit within us/At the core is divine.” This is someone who has appreciated his blessings and does not take them for granted. With a mindset like this, Delroy Williams can reach great heights.

During an interview, Williams stated that he wants to evoke feelings of understanding, love, self-pride and hope in readers. This was accomplished with words like ‘Dreams flow away like rivers to the sea lost among the oceans of the world, but a glimmer of hope still exists at the horizon just at the point of the sunset.

Williams’ poems are able to captivate readers as they are extremely easy to relate to. In his poem ‘Father Failed Me’ the lines ‘prison record passed from father to son not hard work, commitment or patience lifelines of past generations but rash, harsh words scarring the soul, as the world turns’ are words that almost anyone can identify with or at least understand. There is a strong Caribbean theme in his poetry; poems like ‘The Wanderer’, ‘Dominica’, Father Failed me’ and ‘De Dominican Gift’ are a few very good examples of the evident Caribbean theme. Although his poems are pretty straight forward they are still profound and able to evoke thought.

One Room Shack Mr. Williams’ first published book is to be launched on the 26th of November at Tiffany’s in Canefield. His second book which is already completed is called Moods and Attitudes. Hopefully and perhaps, his sequential works will be even better than the first as he grows as a writer.

Noting that the poems are not very close to the standards of Shakespeare, Walcott or Yeats, Mr. Williams has a long way to go, as this is a far cry from transcendental poetry. However, just because his poetry cannot compete with the greats does not mean that Williams has not published good poetry. In fact, he should be highly commended for his publication as not many people are brave enough to find means whereby to publish their work and have it stand up to scrutiny.

Written by Tamika Jude and Nellie Jules