Tricia Whyte Poems

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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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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