The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother: Bird Cage...

Monday, 23 January 2012

Bird Cage...

My young female character is only six years of age

She was unable to express herself I gave her a voice

Her mind represented as bird trapped in a cage

A girl without a voice is like a bird without a chirp

Today's world is filled with the regret of all the sinners of yesterday

Which nowadays they can all be found in today's modern day church

In the morning the beautiful thing is when a bird sings

The bird that lets out all its feelings

Who am I within this call me the bird whisperer

But I won’t talk too much within

I’ll let her speak let me adopt the role of a bird listener

Interference with premature broads interferes with Niggers

Makes them take longer to say I want a kid with ya

Once said the happiness that comes to the broads face

But they wait for the line I was only kidding ya

She was haunted by the past, too afraid to step into the future

Unwillingly to step ahead and learn life's lessons within

and ask for life's guidance as a tutor

Big Niggers that touch kids are demons

Ill load up a big clip and literally rebuke ya

Ill load up a big clip and literally shoot ya

Life's a big wildlife reserve some of these bitches need saving

But most of these bad bitches got a hold of my gun

and shot themselves in the foot

Caught on camera giving brain whilst raving

Let’s separate a bad bitch from a good girl

Compare a bitch that's fucked 2-3 man

To a bitch that's fucked the whole world

Obviously there's a problem if you drop your draws to floor to quick

But lads honestly let’s not make an issue if a girls a little stubborn with it

She’s just protecting what’s hers

But literally when the boy get in he knows what’s hers is mine

He knows with a smile

That I'm the guy that's running through her mind

All the god damn time

To all you cradle snatching Niggers

Let me and you one day have a chat

Lock me in a cell with you

So you finally feel like the bird in the cage

Homie hopefully me and a couple homies

Can show you where it’s at

We will teach you the real meaning of the name princess,

Make whoever's watching hair stand on end and make their toes curl

Listen because it’s a cold world

What I've wrote draws inspiration from my man Jermaine's tune daddy's little girl

The moral of my story is cradle snatching Niggers think different then I

So that means they think way different to the average guy

If I get sight of one I'm ripping out his eyes

So he can remember a day he played a game with a girl

and told her shut eyes and sshhhh girl

to play with a stick

and to pretend that your blind

About Alph

Alph Arley

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

Twitter: @Alph_Arley
Instagram:@Alph_Arley1

Youtube: Alph Arley
Facebook: Alph Arley
Soundcloud: Alph Arley

Paragraph about me:

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.