Saturday, 14 September 2013


"That girl" is a phrase that could mean virtually every girl,but when you listen to one Alysia Harris,talk about that specific girl,you will get my exact drift.

"The girl who is only allowed to make you smile,when she's making you orgasm.."
"That girl who everyone wants to sleep with,but no one wants to be with..."

Many men have their own 'closet freaks' that they hide behind curtains.To these women they show the parts of themselves that aren't all that acceptable to the rest of the world.But they hide them,make them secrets that only they know..But all these men ever do,when they are not with "that girl" is try and find a girl,that is just like "that girl".Alysia says this better than I could have ever imagined possible!

I first bumped upon Alysia's works on "BRAVE NEW VOICES" Which is one of the many amazing poetry gigs and forums,I have come to discover.I have attended amazing forums,like these,here in Nairobi,Like "Fatuma's Voice" and "Slam Africa Poetry" and many more in Nakuru too.I realized its a great avenue,to learn.There,you meet fellow poets,and listen to them speak,like masters of an art you are yet to discover.They inspire,speak to the soul,drive the mind crazy with thought and torment it with the luring math of logic,stirred up in rhymes that would well fit in that sacred chord of David,if poetry was to be made into song!

You leave a poetry session a much better poet than you got in.I love hearing other people talk.I love listening to the way to pronunce their words,the way they punctuate their sentences...the way that pitch rises and falls,in tandem with their heartbeats,sometimes faster :) And all this time,they have a way of keeping you glued to their voices,with their faces saying tons,and eyes oozing emotion...Speaking is an art,oration is a skill,but poetry,spoken,is divine :)

Here,I have sampled a piece by Alysia Harris,one of the most gifted spoken word artistes I have ever been priviledged to listen to.I hope it thrills you,even half as it did me :) It is an intrigue,belive me!


We got that waiting-in-the-clinic silence,
That shhh...
Don’t-tell-nobody-what-we-did silence..
And Im so tired of being your hamper,
That I’m about to dump out those week old stained ketchup secrets,
and do laundry in that silence!

You like keeping it quiet...
But my vagina is not your walk-in-closet....
You wanna stuff your unmentionables through me,
U want a place to hang up your insecurities,
Want me to keep check of your hand-me-downs and Prada,
Waiting for every occasion,
to put me back behind closed doors and lock me in the darkness...

Nobody knows you hold my hand,
And nobody knows I call you baby,
And nobody know you write anonymous poems about me,
The type you can’t post on Facebook...
Because,regardless of what you may think I’m worth,
Or what you may think I deserve,
I will never be that girl.

The girl that’s only allowed to make you smile,
When she´s making you orgasm,
"That girl",
Whose day job is daydreaming waiting for her night job...
"That girl",
Who's so in love,
She will turn her body over for your superficial touch....

You hide me behind locked doors and bed sheets,
Because if you dare reached out,
Then everybody would know that it was still about me...
So that in your heart and inyour mind,
you're still wrapped up in me....
My teardrops,you own them,
My hearts strings,
you got them tied around your pencils and fingers...

Yea, you may say it´s over,
And you may never tell me that you love me...
But you don’t have to,
Cause your silence speaks volumes..
You wanna hold me in your arms,
Rock me to sleep,
Then act like you don’t know me....

As if the moments we spent together,
are some kind of down payment...
As if my bedroom were lay-away,
And that’s all you ever do....lay away,
Pull up beside me,
But in the morning,
Pull up the hoodie,
And run the other way...
I’m like that bastard child,
The reason Daddy never stuck around in the first place..
But for me rejection doesn't come every other weekend..
It comes when you lower your head and pass by without speaking,
And I remember there was a time,
when you could barely take your eyes off me...
I just don’t understand,
Why it's not okay for you to love me...
I guess you just want me to be
"that girl"

The girl everybody wants to sleep with but nobody wants to
be with...
"That girl"
Only good enough for finding a suitable replacement...

And not trying to make up for the mistake,
But you try to convince yourself that she means everything,
And you want nothing to do with me,
But come on baby...
She looks just like me!!!
Read the signs,
Or at least the facial features,
Cause I was your first,
Your only,
The prototype,
And she's just a duplicate..
And you can never make copies,
without first consulting the blueprint!!!
You know what they say,
"The sequel is never better than the original..."

And she tries to write you stories,
But you know they’re only half as good as mine,
So half squinting,
You only hold her half as tight as you should...
Cause your other half is tangled between my bed sheets,
And your other half is complete within my mind,soul, and body,
And your other half is french tonguing me..
Monday through Friday....!!
I’m not fighting for joint custody,
I’m fighting for RESPECT!!

Cause I will never be content with being your back-door hoe,
Your little something-on-the side,
Your something-to-do on those lonely weekends,
Your closet freak,
You will never reduce me,
to a skank and a whore,
that will never leave you...!!!
I’d rather spend every night
crying alone on my bedroom floor than to ever be “THAT


It gets emotional,doesn't it? :/


  1. Doreen, I couldn't agree with you more.That Poem is a magnificent work of art.