Teddy
By Delroy “Nesta” Williams

Every time I look at you
Your big brown eyes
Staring right back at me

But your lips are always sealed
Wish I could read your thoughts
And pull the words out of your mouth

You listen to my every complain
Never the one to judge or cast blame

I feel so safe knowing
You look over me while I sleep
Earth’s Angel, taking care of me

Truly unlike the other guys in my life
Never demanding a thing from me
While giving so much of yourself

That’s why I love you so
My dear
My big, brown teddy bear



I hope her teacher doesn't google the poem and find it here

If you're a home-based Dominican, particularly one who follows the local pop culture, an avid follower of sports, particularly football (soccer) or just someone who listens to the radio then you would surely have heard this catch phrase a million and one times.

This one came to me during a workshop i was attending on Man and the Biosphere. I had already started at, well i had the first few lines stored in my phone. I usually store alot of my thoughts (lyrics) in my phone until i am in the writing mood or in case i am too busy at the time when the inspiration hits me. It works very well, except when you lose your phone like i found out in November of last year. I am sure i lost like twenty or so ideas for poems when i lost that phone, i still havent fully learn that lesson though as i still continue doing it. I also walk with a notepad, almost all the time, people must think i am losing my mind at times when i just stop in mid-stride to write down my thoughts or take notes, lol.

Anyways, let me get back to the poem, i was originally going to call it, diaspora exodus, but alot of people i know don't really like the genesis of the word diaspora so i dropped it, i had to think of my friends too eh.

So here it is:

Exodus

By Delroy "Nest@" Williams

I've burnt this bridge
that I now need to cross
my hopes and dreams on
this side of the golden arch, all lost

Someone should have warned me
I didn't see the signs
I never took a look at my watch
I couldn't tell the time

Now years of my life
have been washed away
the hair on my head
so old and now so gray

With age comes wisdom
and now I know
the place I left long ago
that's where I need to go

The green pastures
as I saw before
Now a desert;
an eco-paridise no more

Something told me to take a glance behind
now Dominica's looks exactly as the dream
once trapped in the back of my mind

I've got to move back
far across sand and sea
cause where my heart is,
that's home to me

Nest@