I wanted to be a singer, but I could not sing.

I wanted to be a rapper, but I could not find the beat

Yet there I was

With my pencil and notebook

They wined to a slow Calypso riddim

From line to line,

Page to page.

And when that slow tune ended

Another spiral, wide-rule riddim was selected for the next dance

Though my voice was timid as the shallow pond birthed by rain

My words rang with all the power and confidence

That this teenage girl lacked.

“When did you fall in love with poetry?”

“When did you know that he was the one?”

Honestly we weren’t meant to be, we just happened.

Fire & Ice

Cool, calm, and collected, he put into words

The rage, passion, and sadness before I erupted.

And as the Lord is blessing the woman

I am to become

He has never left my side.

He will always be there, listening

One riddim at a time.