Ranting

I started to write a peaceful piece.  A, I have found some semblance of calming type of prose to inspire and uplift someone, even myself, type of piece.

                       HOWEVER, my pay slip arrived, and my job has inspired me to shout from this mountain of bullshit they have shoveled into the inner city in which I reside.  Let me first give thanks; believe me, I am very thankful for a job because many people do not have one.  And for that, I give thanks.

But ohhhhhhhhhhh boy.  I am just utterly annoyed.

Cutting all the back story and getting to the meat of the matter.

I am tired of watching our country being taken over by people.  You know the people we revere so deeply because they speak differently and are of a different complexion.  (Amazing that the ones that look more like us we've been taught to shun - but I digress) We are living in a modern day slavery perpetuated by the greed and ambitions of politicians and those in their good standings.  

We are in a battle against ourselves whilst outsiders come in use our own stereotypes to justify why WE NEED THEM.  You know, stereotypes like:

Bahamians lazy

Bahamians have black crab syndrome

Bahamians don't know time

those are the nice ones.  

So they hear these things, they hear our politicians calls us stupid with no reprimand and then they load their cannons to blow open our already compromised walls of defense.  Where is the backbone of our people?
No matter how much progression we make there is some monkey with a mask on calling themselves king.  It doesn't matter what color you wear YELLOW, RED or GREEN, if you're motives are selfish and impure your deeds will leave our country baron and desolate after your foreign friends have hopped on a lavish 60 seat state of the art jet to rape another land. TRUTH

Signed,
NOT POLITICAL 

My Wish, Full Thinking

Upon returning to school they request that you write an essay, your personal essay.  The topic reads:
Briefly outline why you have chosen the stated major area of study and how it relates to your future career goals and plans.

I recently reached out to an old friend of mine, a scholar and poet, because I was on the verge of cracking.  Seriously, I was about to split in two like an over boiled egg.  The email was entitled: Where is My Passion? 

Let’s reverse a bit.  In 2009, I graduated from The College of The Bahamas with an Associate’s degree in Mass Communications.  Although I was thrilled my family reminded me that the journey was not over.  I was disgruntled to say the least.  I didn't enjoy much about school so going back was a mountainous challenge.  But I remembered excelling and enjoying the creativity English spawned from me.    Therefore, with zeal I returned to COB to obtain a Bachelor’s degree in English. 

I was doing well with the English courses; however, life being as unpredictable as it is called me to another duty.  Now 2015, a little older and in my estimation lots wiser, I want to complete what I have started.  I know that this degree will not only help me to become a better-rounded individual but it will give me the opportunity to explore a career rather than a job. 

This degree will give me the opportunity to write and perhaps be written about. 

This degree will open doors for me that I did not know was there

            And encourage me to knock on doors I am afraid no one will answer.

This degree will give me my passion back and that is more than a career goal, it’s my life’s wish.

Empowered - Spoken Word

Empowered

I am the amalgamation of what I was 

and all the I hold myself from becoming
All because I keep on running
From this gift
God's gift to me to see all the things so many can't see
What they can't write can't read
I must be braille
The uprising on a sheet of paper to speak the stories of those that were frightened into silence
In our small country there's far too much violence
Too much hate
And I fear what I've been entrusted to do
Given the freedom of truth
To etch on a paper powerful tears of years of depression
I am weighed down
By my thoughts of failure that keep me up until dawn

And it dawns on me that I am no longer that ugly duckling
I am a swan
I will learn to swim even though I've been close to drowning
I must be a life vest
For me
For all those that cannot speak
With tongues but cannot use them
I will lick your lips for you
I will moisten them so that your song can slip more easily through them
I will shout
Another teenager mother with no choice
Held in a corner on a date
Date rape
You are a swan too
Never let that bastard take that from you
And when I hear shots fired
I will pray for our brothers
Who learn to hold guns before they knew their fathers

I am the amalgamation of what I was and what I'm choosing to be
A voice among the tears of a mother that lost two sons in one year
I am a swan
I can float
Until we learn to swim

My first shooting experience

Shooter

My big brother took me to buss some caps.  We had a blast but it was super cold so my hands got numb.  The guy running the place said I did awesome with a 9mm. Coooool hey?

Don't sneak up on me.
All about new experiences and making memories.  Thanks Trevor!!!

The Exchange

Tia Clarke <clarke@gmail.com>	Jan 21
to ThePoet

It's with glassy eyes I write to inform you of that of which only you may be able to comprehend. Though it weird I turn to you when I so often turned away from you. (Your sexually suggestive rhythms of me were a challenge to overlook) I have disowned writing only to become bogged down in the monotony of a 9 to 5. (I often want to tell them kiss my ass) I know I must work. I thank God for a job.

But friend. ..Where is it? My passion. My purpose. My pleasure. My gift?

I regretfully write to inform you. I've lost it.

Sincerely,
Tia not so Poeticshorty

afellowpoet	Jan 23 Th
to me

My dear Tia, love,

I have just seconds in this precious web café that has closed already - that was already closed when I arrived but Emily who owns it along with her husband, Daniel, allowed me in any way and has offered me 15 minutes. I will therefore have to respond to your divine e-mail as soon as I can - tomorrow most likely. I'll come to the web café earlier tomorrow. Do you know that I am way away in Kenya, in a town called, Kisii, here in East Africa? Great big hugs and love in great abundance,

Tia Clarke <clarke@gmail.com>	Jan 23
to ThePoet

That's amazing
Chase what's yours
Chase your dreams

Lions and tigers do
And end up with filled stomachs
To chase again

Beach Day

My Valentine

i love you

the way your curves entice me
ignite me
intrigue me
as you kiss my lips

i love you

the thought of you arouses me
oh how I've longed for this moment
long awaited, never hesitated
to put a smile on my face

i love you

yes you...the way you make me feel
so unreal, you accept me
frizzy hair when I wake up
no make up

i love you

you don't run from morning breath, crusty eyes
never judge me, because I gained weight
look at my thighs
oh, you didn't notice

i love you

could this be true
true love
love at first sight
in the morning, at midnight

i love you

all that I thought I wanted
waited for this moment
you are what every woman dreamed of
which is why I wrote you

WORDS

Peanut Butter Lovers

I made *Peanut butter creme pie* - http://pinterest.com/pin/290763719667454989/?s=3&m=blogger

Recipe

http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/food-network-kitchens/chocolate-peanut-butter-pudding-pie-recipe.html

Instead of the chocolate crust I used a graham cracker crust.  I suggest you whisk as if your life depends on it because it takes a while to start coming together.

My views on taste:

While its a peanut butter lovers dream, it is a bit rich.  It is definitely meant to be shared.

My poem entitled - Lost