I was born too and blessed with wonderful, understanding parents. I was raised in a village called Vance River, south of Trinidad. I have lovely siblings and cousins who are now my support system. Aunts and Uncles who love me no matter what I do. God parents and neighbors who knew I would stand for something in this world. Friends I have known since I was a child and are with me in my adult life. Found, lost, regain and cherish the word love. Work in a society that helps people with MS. Live in a city where there are good days in Central Park and bad nights on Flatbush Avenue. I love to read books. Write only when I feel an unexplained emotion. I am me, Tricia J Whyte.
Hey there Rasta I don’t know you, but I want too
Dress in your khaki suit you seem so cool
Hey there Rasta I don’t know you
But I will love to attend your Soul school
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First thing first, lets face facts
I am no lady
Never had time to be a girl
They stuck ribbons and bows
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Truth left before the morning
The lies remain to explain its absence
I was left with my essence
To stand tall in your presence
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As a child the first tune I heard was by a Sparrow
He had a mighty voice that I just had to follow
His song ‘Jean and Dinah” made me see
A part of Trinidad’s History
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I have said this so many times
Trust me I’m willing to pay the fines
There he was knocking on my heart’s door
Knowing I have heard this all before
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