Bead dyeing workshop was amazing a different experience as it was a walk in a workshop as opposed to a sit down more relaxed workshop. I was at an event called commoners fair in Nottingham based at Primary. I was nervous the start, children were more attracted to this workshop because they got the chance to paint and make some jewellery and learn how to dye or colour beads in different ways. For me, I learned a lot about myself in terms of organising skills and how I delivered the information I needed to . Also Knowing what to bring and what not to bring I guess I brought enough in case you never Kno what is going to happen. Doing workshops it’s about being open-minded and readily equipt.
I admire the way
you say no
you say it so quickly
you say it so strongly
I find it hard to even say the words no
when I know that will affect many a people
the household will become war trodden
I dislike war so I don’t say no
I admire the way you suddenly don’t know how
when you can drill off all the steps to how I Should cook
how I should do this with your verbal help
but I’m needing physical help
help me to do what you already know
I love art because it has its own meaning storey versus titles. It has a voice that dose not always need to speak. It has a natural form when loving art becomes the reality of life that you are able to see in between forms. It is like the shadow that I tried to ignor
as if art is just art like just a painting a child has drawn
As if art is just art something that had no fort of
its but a paper thats torn.
As if arts just something to stare at that has no meaning at
Art to me is something that I am made of
its not a thing though its more
an organ connected to the bloodstreams in
it is like a connective character in the sentence
which makes it longer than using only 5 words.
Its another world that is behind the words
on the paper that I have to squint because
I forgot my specs
it’s but a force that erupts inside of me
sparks a light bulb on my head top
and I can use it whenever I need to
it’s free to me because my mind is engulfed in my
own meaning and feelings.
it is indescribable unless you
are inside my mind.
its the voice of the ancestors living through
once upon a time
a child was born
his ears where hidden
his mind was fed unrealistic
sat in front of the tv watching Disney films
things that didn’t look like his everyday world
it blocked out the reality
it blocked out his light
fairy tales are lies
the same lies his parents
are trying to denounce him
don’t lie they tell him
but why shouldn’t he lie
when lying is what adults do best.
And we all hide under the baby blanket close
ears to reality and truth
like its the rapture coming to get us.
To be continued ….
you like the star
in the sky
you shine amongst thousands
you like gold dust I kept
it safely in between
the hands of mine
that once felt like
it never had a use
until you become a reason
son, you smile like you
like you have known me all
of my life.
Son, you are my first
and last goodnight
you are the reflection
a reflection I am trying
so you can learn not
from my mistakes
but from my smile.
the day where most people
so desperately like they have
the day where black
where black falls from the jaws
of people so comfortably
as though talking about shade
has become sooo taboo
Black no brown no coloured skin
no chocolate skin
But i am sitting hear with black
being frown in my face
like I don’t know the meaning
of black friday
we started celebrating this
in the UK as though
the American aesthetics hasn’t
already infected us.
I keep reasearching why they call it
black Friday some articles
states its not about slave
no slaves got sold half price
its misleading to believe
such a thing.
why can’t the name get
passed is the day
the last day
you made the bones in my
body react to you
asthough you had
a magnetic force
drawing my body close to you
Gone is the day
the last day
you made me feel soo weak
I felt sick
and I barely could protect myself
gone are the days where your
Gone are the days where trying to
please you just so you couldn’t
now its GONE
the breeze blew over them days
I made a contract to myself
have those days again.
I tried so hard to look like someone
that didn’t look like me in the mirror.
The mirror constantly reminded me
that no matter how you act, to change
whilst you’re not standing, in the mirror
you will always remain
who you are first.
The more you change the more you
Whilst you are trying hard to
change into someone else.
There is someone out there
that aspires to be who you are,
but no you want to change the very thing
that is unique to you.
So the weekend coming I will be hosting and planning my first poetry workshop via City arts in Nottingham. I am a part of a creative group who plan events once every year for a whole month.
This is the flyer for the Young people’s take over running from Next week on the 12th I am looking forward to this. There are going to be different workshops running on the weekends such as printmaking, music engineering, drawing, and painting on canvas. At the end, there will be an open mic to end the events and celebrate.
keep updated with what’s happening http://youngproducers.city-arts.org.uk/