A spoken word piece for Dignify

For the launch of Dignify in 2020 I was commissioned to write a spoken word piece. This was a part of their journey to engage artists into the Dignify conversations about healthy relationships.

I also revisited my filming and edited skills and created a short spoken word video!

The encounter

From afar I felt you
On the back of my neck your whispered words brunt bruises into my skin 
And into the night I saw you 
Through shadows and joy induced fears 
I was reminded of all those years where 
Deep within something stirred and shattered  
 
Am emotion lit by a lighter thumb flick
I was in front of you
Smiling through clinched teeth and tears 
Looking different from my insta pic 
Wondering if you liked what you saw
Do you like me

This was real I could feel and still
I stood in that moment waiting for you  
Waiting to be pulled internally 
Blistered hands moulding  
Starting a transformation  
I wanted and didn’t want 
At the same time 
Becoming something I did not want to be 
Was not borne to be
Couldn’t be 
Silently screaming superficially “i will not be!”  
 
Sealed into a glass box and tossed like dice until I cracked  
Pieces of me suddenly unimportant  
Irrelevant
App pressed finger swipe 
Sweating in screen lit places 
Faces bodies blurring
Until you saw me
You liked me 
You told me I was your queen
And you’ll show me the world
The things I will see
Only imagined in Hollywood dreams
Scenes where I danced in blissed
Kissed by the gold you promised me
Our attraction
Stunned all sense out of me
None of it made sense
The way I craved your attention
Your toxic flooded eyes showed me oceans 
And all I wanted to do was dive right in
Blind folded to your unloved speech
Caressed intimately by fingers glued to mouse clicks
Eyes watered from starring too much too hard
Every detail too bold and sold through cheap pleasures 
I dived right in until I drowned
Into a relationship I could not find 
Its foundation crumpled into distances 
Fallen sand disappeared through my open fingers
And despite every cell in my body crying out no
I said yes  

Because you know I loved you from our first encounter 

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My poetry: real love

A few weeks ago I was asked to write a spoken word piece based on the Bible scripture 1 Corinthians chapter 13. This I performed at the Wellspring during a talk about “Real Love.”

1 Corinthians Chapter 13 Love
One of the popular scriptures about love
Love bears all things and never gives up 
In every circumstance it remains
Roots dug deep in storms
Where failures transform into new things
Overcoming life’s hurdles
Ducking and diving dilemmas
Unexpected and foreseen
Steadfast it stays
For days
For years
Forever
Enduring it all
Never giving up

Love never loses faith
Continues believing
Hoping
Seeing beyond human mind-sets
And current situations
Seeing the best
Protects with a shield that surrounds and trusts
The glue in all relationships
Patiently bringing peace in the waiting
Kind
Selfless
Caring
Compassionate
Love

Outshining anything man made and thought of
Intertwining into life so gracefully
Cutting through concealed places
Heavy spaces where things seem lost

Love stays strong
Never weakening
Never dwindling
Never fails
Fades or ends
Just flows out of those who know
What it means to be loved and
To love
Growing out of God's love
Filled with a real love
Out of a heart fully submitted
Births something so beautiful

An understanding that
God is love
God is love and
All who live in love live in God and
This love is the greatest
The most powerful

Where every cell of our body pours out love
Where every action and
Reaction begins and ends with love
Where every language spoken is in the language of love
And we are nothing if we haven't loved

We can have a faith that moves mountains
Speak in tongues of angles
Have the gift of prophecy and
Can fathom all mysteries and
Knowledge
We can give all to the poor and do all the things we think God has called us to do
Leave a life of legacy lasting for generations and generations
We can do and overcome amazing things both big and small
All in the name of the lord
And still not love

Seasons will come and go
Prophesy will cease
Tongues will be stilled
Knowledge will pass away
Like dust disappearing in the wind and despite all these endings
Only three things will remain
Faith hope and love
And the greatest of these is love

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Stop sexual abuse & sexual violence: a poetry dedication

A poetry dedication to stopping violence against women and stopping sexual abuse and sexual violence

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The year so far…

I entered this year with a plan, one that challenged and expanded my writing, where I hoped to introduce the world to a changed and new me. A more confident me. A more focused me. A more wiser me. A stretched-beyond-recognition-me as my plan pushed comfort zones into new, wider places. It demanded I said an active ‘yes’ to every writing thing asked of me, despite my mind screaming “noooo” and my body gearing up for run/ flight.

There were various mind maps of ideas and goals, a to do list so sophisticated it had chapters and scheduled notification reminders that buzzed. I was so sure that 2021 would be a another year of growth and development, much more than what I have ever imagined. Unable to contain myself, I walked around stiff and tight, bursting to the brim with excitement.

“Ideas, goals and to do lists”

“Just say an active yes to everything creative”

Traysi Bejamin-Matthew

Then the penny dropped! A few months into the year I realised weeks had went by and I hadn’t done much. Those weeks quickly transformed into months and before I knew it, I was already halfway through the year! (Yes… I did cry and grieved the 6 month loss…)

Life was hectic and overwhelming, an uncontrollable beast that sucked my creative energy and motivation dry. I must admit, I did lay there for a bit and allowed it all to happen. It just felt easier and I didn’t have the emotional and mental will power to say to myself “Come on Traysi!” “You can do it Traysi!” “Don’t stop Traysi!” (I should have just paid someone to give me a hard kick on the butt!)

“Do the work Traysi!”

But, amongst the mess I knew deep down it would be OK. I was reassured by my trust in God, the gift of inner strength and the fact that I have been in these places before and survived.

When I got a spiritual nudge two weeks ago, I jumped up with joy! The nudge whispered “love letters to God.”

That was all I needed. It reminded me that the year isn’t over and I could still end this year achieving something satisfying and amazing. I just needed to refocus, replan, set aside time (fight for my time) and not be so hard on myself for the way this year started.

So I am throwing this out there and being accountable to all who read this and those who love me and my poetry. I will (start to) finish my “love letters to God” poetry collection and end this year with a bang!

Watch this space!

Windrush Day 22nd June

The first Windrush Day was celebrated in the UK on 22 June 2019. This day acknowledes the generation of people from the Caribbean, who came over to the UK by invitation to help rebuild Britain after the World War Two.

But when 500 migrants from the Caribbean arrived at Tilbury Docks in Essex in 1948 to live and work in the UK, they were met with racism, prejudice and hostility.

My parents came over from Grenada in the early 70’s, after the Windrush generation. It pains me that decades after Windrush they were mistreated. And decades after thatWindrush Scandal hit the news in 2018.

Over the years I have written various spoken word/ poetry pieces exploring racism, identity and culture. I have shared some of these pieces below.

My poetry dedication to Windrush Day

They beat sticks – an audio recording of a poem from my book Warrior.

Go back to your country – an audio recording

Still enslaved (aka ‘we rose out of freedom’) – an audio recording

My poetry: lockdown ting

(Video, audio, print)

When you are a creator, you need to try new things and explore your creative gift. This has always been a challenge for me as I often struggle with confidence and I become unsure what my “whats next” should be.

It’s a journey and one thing I have learnt over the years is that I need to keep on trying!

Keep on pushing beyond my labels, both given and ones I have grown onto. I need to keep on challenging my mindsets concerning the fears of being vulnerable. This means accepting that poetry is about being vulnerable, period! Full stop! There is no discussion or argument, it just something I need to embrace!

“Poetry is about being vulnerable, accept it”

So being aware of that ‘push,’ that drive to ‘keep things moving’ and ‘try new (or re-visit forgotten and old) things, I have started to (again) do You Tube videos. I hope to connect, and perhaps re-connect, with the audience in a different way.

Written poetry withholds the poets voice and rhythm, audio poetry helps to restore that ‘unknown voice,’ but video/ visual poetry goes further and aids body/ facial expression, making the experience more intimate/ personal/ real.

I love doing audio poems because it helps me to focus on my voice and slow down my speech, hopefully making my words sound more clear and the poem message understood…

…And lets not forget my first love, printed poetry…

It’s day
20 of this lock down ting

And I can’t help but be unsure of things

My minds gone wild

I’m swinging in trees

Howling in the breeze

Clothed in animal skins

For a moment I’m lost in confusion

Taped and sealed in a box, padlock and locked

Key dashed in the bush

Gone I can’t see

Stilled in shadows

I watch

Trapped in silence

Head-locked with self

Wrestling until morning

It hurts when I’m breathing

Burns my throat

Like over proof liquor I shouldn’t be drinking

I feel myself sinking

I’m tired of this lockdown thing!

I wake up one day

Not understanding my speaking

Thinking I’m dreaming I close my eyes

And say nothing

Too scared

Another uncertainty baffling my brains

I rather not go there

Head back on the pillows

I inhale exhale twice

Scratch an itch on my arm twice

Watch a fly on my ceiling

Hear neighbours arguing

Wish I was sleeping

Someone knocks on the door twice

Internally I mumble

About answer “yeah what do you want”

But something else comes out my mouth

Shocked into silence

It sounds like star trek speech

Now fully awake I shuffle under the covers to wake a year later

To normality

Public sanity

A new society

I’m tired of this lockdown ting!

Most mornings I sit in the garden

Whisper prayers between coffee sips

I listen to birds and notice the sounds my feet make on gravel

Sometimes I hear the wind and Gods word

I think of the self-control I need to not get vex

At people, at government, at self

I think of the new rules I live by

And I sigh at what I have become

Don’t sneeze, don’t touch, don’t spit

Don’t cough, don’t smile, don’t sit

Don’t come near me because I’ll growl

Don’t breathe over me  because you’re fowl

Don’t watch me funny when I wave you from my space

Don’t laugh, don’t hug, don’t grieve

Don’t give, don’t love, don’t see

Don’t talk, don’t cry, don’t breathe

I’m tired of this lock down ting!

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A spoken word video: bearing fruit

“Warrior” Copyright © 2020 Traysi Benjamin-Matthew
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New soundcloud post: they beat sticks

Finally, after months of promising, I have created a new Soundcloud post, a spoken word poem called ‘They Beat Sticks’ from my ‘I am Warrior’ poetry collection. (More information about this collection will follow shortly…)

This is my first post for at least two years and I have no idea why it has taken me so long.

Watch this space because there is more content coming soon! I promise…But for now you can check out my old content on my ‘Poetry by Traysi’ Soundcloud account.

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