Be honest now.

Earlier on my Facebook Artist Page post, I made some decisions to free up my time a little more and put quality over quantity rather than do a  million things at once – which I always end up doing – because my ambition usually outweighs my skills. Just keeping it real.

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I had to be really honest with myself, which let’s face it, I’m the eternal idealist so this raw honest discussion with myself does escape my reach at times!

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I recently watched Shareefa Energy talk about her new poem called ‘Duality’ in which she  talks about her relationship with her poetry and being true to yourself and the journey you take.

“Day in, day out we meet people, people are like ‘yeah, I’m cool, I’m okay’ and nobody really comes with an honesty about how they are feeling.”

When talking about her poetry, she goes on to say:

“It’s about allowing people to resonate with your art…just learning to be more authentic with yourself and with each other…”

“…I’m part of this so called conscious poetry scene or whatever it is, and I think a lot time people like to play it out like we’re all just light…but the reality of us as human beings, we’re very complex…I am sometimes light and I am sometimes dark”.

She’s so right!

I’m at a point in my life where I’m trying to establish a style or personal stamp of my artwork that’s true to me and how I am as a person. And it can be kinda daunting at first to really put it out on the line, especially if, like me, you’re still prone to self-criticism, and self-judgement. But then on the flip side, it’s so liberating to finally be like ‘YES, this is me love it or hate it I don’t care!’ There’s a sense of ownership and pride that you’re being real and who ever is interacting positively with you, is genuine.

I also randomly came across this point in a documentary about Eminem of all people where he was commenting on when he first released his debut album ‘Infinite’ and it flopped. He mentions after a lot of style changes and drama going on in his life and talking more about macabre subjects like drug overdoses and not trying to please everyone with what he thinks should be heard, then that’s when people started paying attention to him and taking him more seriously in the hip-hop world:

“It seemed like as soon as I stopped giving a **** about what I was saying, people started giving a ****. It was like a reverse affect, like **** you I don’t care if you like me or not – oh we like you now”.

It’s funny how these things are presenting themselves to me as a sort of signal.

I’ve always been about listening to people’s stories and point of view. And it really does give you motivation and sense of profound depth when Truth is being exposed and presented to you, especially in random ways. I hope I can share my profound truths to, but for now, I’m blogging and trying to show this in my artwork.

 

 

Shareefa Energy is a spoken word artist, poet, international woman and facilitator. She currently works with a charity organisation called Stop Watch giving workshops to the community about knowing your rights when being stopped and searched.

Her new single Duality is out now to embrace. Go to www.shareefaenergy.com or visit her FB page @shareefaenergy and Instagram page @shareefaenergy

 

 

Rabbit

Sensing . Sensing. Sensitive. Sense. I sense. I have sense. Does it make sense? Why doesn’t it make sense? How should it make sense?  Does it matter that it doesn’t make sense? Philosophy, Politriks, Anthropology, Culture.

Sense. Sensitivity. Emotion. Caring. Sensing. Tensing. Caressing the tension. Feeling, Feelers, whiskers, feather touch, goose bumps, sensual. Sense-sual. Healing. Feeling, Caring.

Sensitive: Positive. Negative. Empathic. Unstable. Caring too much, Loosing sense…touch. Helping for the greater good.

Me.

 
Featured image:
“Gray Rabbit” by Arti Chauhan

 

Look what I found…

I’m flicking through my old notebooks, yes, I’m a hoarder, I can’t bear to let go of my journal entries. I find a notebook from two years ago in 2013. I also find some other notebook inserts from an older notebook….. typical me. It shows a few poems that I forgot I had written, and they’re not that cringy…sort of.


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Breathe in

breathe out,

Absorb in,

nothing out.

Breathe in,

breathe out.

Hold it in,

nothing released.

Breathe in,

breathe out,

Memories sink,

tears out.

Breathe in,

breathe out,

One day,

I’ll SHOUT