Tricia Whyte

Tricia Whyte Poems

1.

Hey there Rasta I don’t know you, but I want too
Dress in your khaki suit you seem so cool
Hey there Rasta I don’t know you
But I will love to attend your Soul school
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2.

First thing first, lets face facts
I am no lady
Never had time to be a girl
They stuck ribbons and bows
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Truth left before the morning
The lies remain to explain its absence
I was left with my essence
To stand tall in your presence
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As a child the first tune I heard was by a Sparrow
He had a mighty voice that I just had to follow
His song ‘Jean and Dinah” made me see
A part of Trinidad’s History
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I have said this so many times
Trust me I’m willing to pay the fines
There he was knocking on my heart’s door
Knowing I have heard this all before
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Sunrises inn the morning
The wave hits the shore
Therefore I breathe to let in more,
Everyday I put myself to the test
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We had sex.
That was all, nothing more nothing less.
We connected on a different level
I was in love
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From the sun she shaded me
When the rain fell she let me see
All the troubles I caused in this world,
Could not stop her from being
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He said that he will never leave
I said I will always be me
Then the years went by and we held true
To what we believe
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Bound by emotions tied to your lies
I sense myself being heaved into memories
Of the past that once was,
I no longer live in the present
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11.

Cut from the same cloth they say,
I know a few who
Would argue that point of view
For where you stand strong
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I am from a small town
There you find my memories linger
Through hills and valleys
In the sky and over the seas
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With all the warning signs, I lost control of my flight plans.
I tried hard to pull back, leaned to a safer landing but no;
The essence of your existence in my life
Was stronger than my zeal to remain secluded
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Ties are made so it could be broken
Secrets lives out it the open
Mistakes are made so we can learn
But no one told me how to earn
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First thing first, who I am?
I am no lady
Never had time to be a girl
They told me I am beautiful
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Tricia Whyte Biography

I was born too and blessed with wonderful, understanding parents. I was raised in a village called Vance River, south of Trinidad. I have lovely siblings and cousins who are now my support system. Aunts and Uncles who love me no matter what I do. God parents and neighbors who knew I would stand for something in this world. Friends I have known since I was a child and are with me in my adult life. Found, lost, regain and cherish the word love. Work in a society that helps people with MS. Live in a city where there are good days in Central Park and bad nights on Flatbush Avenue. I love to read books. Write only when I feel an unexplained emotion. I am me, Tricia J Whyte.)

The Best Poem Of Tricia Whyte

Rasta

Hey there Rasta I don’t know you, but I want too
Dress in your khaki suit you seem so cool
Hey there Rasta I don’t know you
But I will love to attend your Soul school

I want to learn what is to be love
To know the touch of a mans hands
You see I enrolled in a boy’s class
They never completed my tasks

Hey there Rasta what is your sign
Come over here and feed me your line
Fill me with your sweet talk
While we wine and dine

Teach me how to dance to your rhythm
Show me the steps, promise I will follow
Release me from these chains of sorrow
And I will wake up with you tomorrow

Hey there Rasta, I don’t know your name
Come over here I not playing any games
I need to be taken on a higher ground
You seem fit to wear that crown

Educate me in the ways of above
I will be your humble student
You don’t have to be scared
I will shield you with my love

Hey there Rasta, I need you
Come on over, let do this scene
You keep my nights warm
And I will shelter you from any storm

What I need is healing
I need to be taken to a place
Where loving is given,
I want to feel it crawl deep within
When we create a new sin

When you touch my lower back
I want my body to respond
Like an addict without crack,
Simple gestures I will accept
Only if it is to keep me in check

Rasta you don’t have to be on me 24/7
I take it from 7 to 11
Along with five nights of sweet heaven,
Hey there Rasta you don’t know me
Trust me we will be.

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