No one should ever be underestimated Inferior, unworthy, loser these words don’t define you Limits .. what limits? The smart ones know they are just self-imposed Take that dream, those wishes, that vision and nurture them until they grow Belief makes everything possible You are capable, spread your wings and just soar Let the cannots fuel your determination Prove them wrong, transform that dirt into gold Do it with passion, your own flair and write the greatest tale of an underdog triumph that was ever told. Written By Tachira Wiltshire
Memories of the pitter patter of little feet A cocktail of laughter and tears, the breakups, the makeups Building a home is never an easy job It takes hard work married with creativity You want to keep your little ones safely tucked under your wings With a huge dose of faith and pangs of anxiety, you let them go Knowing one day they would grow up to do brave and marvelous things Your will was always tested but you refused to let them stray The baby bird now grown will always be a baby in her mother’s eyes You blink and in instant, your little ones have flown away It’s quiet now, maybe too quiet The proud mother hen smiles, knowing she did her best We can only pray to keep them protected, to raise them well and hopefully they will live a good life beyond the nest Written By Tachira Wiltshire
Not your typical type of funny Witty and dry humour Quick as a whip and right on the money Clap backs and comebacks She would never let life take its toll Oddly amusing her approach was quite droll Sarcasm was the essence of her repertoire Don’t take it personally she revelled in the irony of life You couldn’t help to embrace her big and bold personality.
Deception always threatens the seemingly unbreakable bonds of trust It never really has the same sweet taste Paranoid, jaded or out of your head The one that once gave you so much life now leaves you feeling zombie-like; half dead A war zone of misconceptions The tiniest suspicious detail can trigger an explosion Emotions erratic so hard to reign in Promises like empty calories provide no satisfaction to a dubious heart A roller coaster: stomach churning, such unease Can we just go back to the thrill of the start? Are you winning or losing? you will never know Lies weave a tangled web, leaving you trapped and unsure You pray not to become bitter they surely can’t all be the same Different places and faces but they all play the same stupid games One of the hardest things to do after your heart has been through so much pain is to pick yourself up Dress your wounds and learn how to love again. Copyright Tachira Wiltshire
Rated as inferior because of the colour of her skin The melanin goddess was never a slave to opinions Never threatened by circumstances and obstacles A succulent blackberry, she remained sweet and flourished wherever she was planted She loved the skin she was in Rocking her crown of kinky coils Who cares if they thought it was unsuitable She knew black signified beauty, excellence and grace The embodiment of resilience Unique, a combination that was unbeatable.
This beat was unfamiliar She found it impossible to adjust Out of practice, off the dance floor for so long Awkward, two left feet, frantic steps Unsteady, unsure of which movements to trust She tried many a partner Their rhythms never synchronised, none ever seemed to be the right fight So many missteps, dramedies Ended up with egg on her face, she was so over it Twisted ankles, repeated injuries she would throw in the towel sit this one out She could not endure the disjointed pace Chaos loomed over the dance floor She lost direction, perhaps she lost her passion Or maybe it was just a phase One day she had an epiphany She really did not need a partner, she could create a masterpiece all on her own One step, two-step a shimmy and a shuffle She embraced her newfound tempo Whipped out her new attitude and went dancing on her own.
It started with a simmer A slow burn A tiny spark between two restless strangers Hearts full of hope Bursting with excitement Merging, becoming one Inexplicable contentment They were the only two people on the planet Whenever they were together As if their souls had met centuries ago Love flourished Withstood every test The lovers inseparable Meant for each other
A loyal viewer Tuned in every week Caught up with the twists, spoilers, intriguing drama Binging every episode; at the edge of your seat The characters become like family, heart heavy as you watch Then they hit you with a cliffhanger. Booom ! It’s the final episode: come on The mystery remains How did it all turn out? Shrugs, Guess we will never know how it all ends. Written By Tachira Wiltshire