S2E7: Tate - Quest for a creative and challenging Life
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Tate is a cell therapist specialist, a poet, and an ADHDer. Let his poems fill the rest of this intro.
Poem I
Do fish swim in the night?
Drowning in desire
Curiosity aflame
I send flirtations in lingering gazes.
The cheeky smile betraying intent
If i were a fish. id be the first to bite the hook
No words uttered
Gaze kept
We float around in anticipation.
To greet would be the breaking of the spell
If i were a fish, id be the first to sing the songs of the sea
My libido a pendulum
In perpetual motion
It never rests
Back and forth it carries me in rhythm
If i were a fish, id be the first to drown in the sea
Poem II
Gotta catch em all (a dying innocence)
Peek a boo
Peek a chu
I choose you
Raise my self a flag at half mast
Raise my self a man at long last
An unknown world all you thought you knew
A falsehood perpetuated by the ignorant
In england you will find pounds on the streets.
‘See a penny … pick it up rub the queens nose’
Naive i saw a sheen on the tracks readying to jump. If not for my mother’s grasp.
We all believed the same lore
I wonder how long till the veil is lifted from all eyes.
The dream dies slowly
The truth eventually bears its ugly head.
3pm walking in the dark alone no one to hold my hand. I repeat well trained steps.
Key in hand… lock the door behind yourself.
If someone knocks do not answer.
Television my sitter i perfected the second tongue. Absorbed curiosities knowledge propaganda in leu of dying innocence.
Raise my self a flag at half mast
Raise my self a man at long last
An unknown world all you thought you knew
A falsehood perpetuated by the ignorant
How can it be??? Its its over 9000!!!
Stress levels unmatched.
Willingly or not i was transplanted from my natural habitat
The bush of a country with its lands wide spreading golden sunsets giving
To a land entrapped in the dying memories of empire
Streets lined with yellow no red phone boxes in sight
Oh but we do have david Beckham.. the spice girls.
Never mind, mr bean is now decades old and mini owned by bmw.
I trudge along onward
Everyday when you’re walking down the street
And everybody that you meet
Has an original point of view
And i say Hey
Dont you dare touch my hair!!
‘Oh but it feels so strange so coarse rough
Like iron wool!!’
It is no wonder i tried to change
Chemical burns to a scalp, Tears in eyes
how much longer, mom?
S-curl or is it a perm?
The childlike innocence eventually succumbs to the adults bigotry.
Vestiges of empire. You cannot have your hair long.. you cant have your hair short
Erased individuality.
Be it short, afro, cornrows, sharp cut or dreads
My naturality is not absurd
You cannot plant your hand and pull as you did my lands.
Raise my self a flag at half mast
Raise my self a man at long last
An unknown world all you thought you knew
A falsehood perpetuated by the ignorant
In my 20’s i finally grew that beard i strived for lest for a patch below the chin
Guess i never truly grasped all i had to learn
In my 30’s i sense a moustache coming in
A new round of opportunities maturities to root
Peek a boo
Peek a chu
I choose me
Raise my self a flag at h
About me
Hi, I am Zoe Ye, a human being who failed to live a conventional life. I have a deep interest in people and their choices of life. In my podcast, I will be having conversations with individuals who are open to talk about their mental journeys in life.
Music: "Eyes They're Closed" by Kaytsak
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