This is it. This is the day I've decided I want to transform this hobby into a profession. They say, "when you know, you know." Who is "they" anyway? For me it's: my lack of sleep from waking up throughout the night to jot down some lyrics, making beats on my phone during lunch breaks, spending my commute to/from work rhyming, my spirit, my soul, my existence.
People ask me why now? What's the purpose. My answer is pretty simple; because it feels right, right now. Some people were put here for a single purpose and that's cool. I was meant to explore a multitude of journeys and that's exactly what I plan to do during my short time on this planet.
I've been writing poetry since I was 5. My earliest work was a piece on colors; quite the typical subject for a kindergartner. Apparently I was obsessed with the color orange. According to my mom, there was a period where I'd only eat orange foods and wear orange clothing. Once I hit preteens, my subject matter focused on my community and the sense I pride I felt in my neighborhood, my friendships, summertime road-trips to Toronto and food.
Like so many cultures, food was a focal point in mine.
Need the Pepperpot and hardo bread
Can't imagine life without those scents
You runnin home from school for the peanut butter n jelly
I'm runnin up the stairs so I can get bake and saltfish in my belly
Mmm mmmm when I see granny pulling out roti pans
That means I'm just a few hours away from lickin my plate and hands