The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother: I Dont Believe In Make Believe...

Sunday 30 October 2011

I Dont Believe In Make Believe...

Why do we struggle this isn’t rhetorical it’s a question, that deserves to be answered. Not everyone in this world is given the privilege to be born into an ascribed affluence. Do we live in a meritocracy or does an invisible line exist. Where we are set apart from one another in groups, categorized by others for our own most minute imperfections. Are we genetically born winners and losers? Not everyone was built to win cruel as it sounds I stand by it. We are given the power to think, given the power to dream, given the power to want and given the power to achieve.

Life is what you make it, so make it happen for you. You can't sit on the fence patiently waiting; some can call it natural luck as success comes to them. As many wish the cruel game of hide and seek was over. Some do anything for the fame; say anything to get ahead, severe friendships in a heartbeat. While others try to imitate and come unstuck wondering why they choose to follow another's game plan. Within this world there are shepherds and there are sheep. The sheep get slain and slaughtered; the shepherds prosper gaining another herd for their endeavours. Why do some wait for guidance, when all they need is self-belief and confidence? Why do some refuse to speak, when the humblest voice can make the loudest impression?

We all possess gifts each to our own, no-one is perfect, and everyone has their faults. Everyone suffers the same but some are just born into a better position in life. Life experiences shape and mould you; we learn from our mistakes and gain new perceptions. We learn to adapt in a world where the slogan survival of the fittest dominates. Can a loser really evolve into a winner overnight? Can a non-believer suddenly believe? The meek get overlooked so when will they have a chance to inherit the earth; I accept this will not happen in my life time. Every day I rise above the oppression as the pain is only temporary, still I smile. I lived to see another day I'm humbly grateful. As there are many sublime wonders of the world I still have not met. In our short existents we should feel there is so much more to come. Every dream starts somewhere, but it only stays a dream if you don’t wake up...

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Alph Arley

Performance Poet and Spoken Word Artist/ R.A.P Workshop Facilitator. It's deeper than R.A.P!

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Hi my name is Alph Arley and I know that your certainly pleased to meat me, because I know that I am certainly pleased to you. I am a 90’s US Hip-Hop, 90’s U.K Garage and U.K Grime head, with a sneaker addiction which I had battled for 20 years.

I am a performance poet, as well as a spoken word artist who was born and raised in Stockwell, South London. I started writing poetry back in 2011, and started performing my poetry in 2012, whilst I was studying at university. When I am not playing Pokémon on my Nintendo DS, listening to Rap, watching Rap battles, watching cartoons, watching footie, watching anime or reading manga, I am thinking and writing. In my spare time I also facilitate and deliver poetry, spoken word and rap workshops which are called ‘The R.A.P Programme’ to young people. This is in order to help them to gain a greater, awareness as well as understanding about the importance their individual voices, as well as to help them to gain awareness, as well as help them to articulate their thoughts and emotions.

How I get started with poetry?

How it did I get started with poetry? I would say my poetic journey subconsciously started in 94. This was when I was about 3 years old. I grew up in a two bedroom flat, in a four flat building in Stockwell with Tupac, Biggie Smalls, Bone Thugs and Harmony, Puff Daddy, Mase, Dre Dre, LL Cool J, DJ Rob Base, Run DMC, Eve, Missy Elliot, Busta Rhymes, Wycleff Jean, Lauren Hill, Fugees, Eryka Badu CD’s being played on my Mum’s black Kenwood Hi-Fi, with two standing speakers.

I remember by the age of about 9 I had my own portable stereo in my bedroom and started to build my own Rap CD collection which included Eminem, Dre Dre, Ludacris, D12, 50 Cent and Snoop Dogg. Like, I remember getting printed Eminem lyrics on A4 paper, as a present from one of my Mum’s friends, after that there was no looking back. I actually started writing both grime and rap lyrics in secondary school, but those lyrics remained in the drafts of my 6230 phone. I admit, I struggled to spit in time with a beat and the lyrics did not make sense in the slightest. In 2011, whilst studying at university, I remember scrolling through my Blackberry, writing my thoughts in my note pad. I would say that my life experiences made it difficult for me to express my thoughts and emotions, which led me to become frustrated adolescent. I started writing my thoughts down and I found it helped me to come to terms with my experiences.

What does poetry mean to me?

That’s a dope question. I would say that poetry means everything to me, as it has not only helped me to come to terms with my life experiences, but it has also helped me to use my experiences to help others. I have read so many books from different poets, like Pablo Neruda, John Keats, Allen Ginsberg, Phillip Larkin, Sylvia Plath, Gertrude Stein, William Shakespeare, Benjamin Zephaniah, Linton Kwesi Johnson. Poems such as ‘Stackolee’ and ‘The Signifying Monkey’ , which are two of my favourites. I would say that it is important that everyone feels that they have a voice to express themselves as well as share with others, as growing up I noticed many around me felt that they did not have a voice. I feel that poetry is an art form which can give all the young homies on the block, that lady serving at the tills in Sainbury’s, Bossman in the local corner shop, a chance for them to express themselves, as well as voice.