Poems by Trenedee Watson
(EN) Trenedee Watson is a fourth-year International Development student at the University of Waterloo. She enjoys making her friends laugh, thrift shopping on Queen Street West, and writing poetry. She’s addicted to Netflix and shoes, and hopes to one day make an amazing contribution to the world. She is inspired by every person she meets and hopes to travel all continents of the world.
(FR) Trenedee Watson est une étudiante dans sa quatrième année en Développement international à l’Université de Waterloo. Elle adore faire rigoler ses ami(e)s, faire du magasinage dans les friperies à Queen Street West et écrire de la poésie. Elle est accro au Netflix et aux souliers et elle espère un jour faire une grande contribution au monde. Elle s’inspire de toutes personnes qu’elle rencontre et elle espère un jour voyager à travers tous les continents du monde.
Not Everyday
Not everyday the same old mistreatment
The same old defeating
Not everyday do I want to wear my skin with shame
Feel the same old pain
Lose the same old game
Not everyday do I want to complain
Not everyday do I want to feel angry
Speak loudly
And be judged
On things out of my control
Not everyday should be out of my control
And told, I’m just an angry black girl
Told I’m just a girl
Told I’m just black
Even too black, if that would make a difference
Or should make a difference
In the everyday.
When I rule the world
I’ll free all my Sons
My Daughters will have won
A War fought without a gun
My Brothers will no longer suffer
From the hands of the other
The days will be strange
Soon you’ll hear complains
Nothing is perfect
Imperfection has its purpose
Evil lurks around restless and relentless souls
I rule a cold world
That can never promise
Your peace and freedom.
There once was a girl
She was a mighty ruler of the world
And believed in the impossible
She was unstoppable
Until that day came
When they rejected her claim
She was dethroned
And forced to make their reality her own
She was faced with too many distractions
She was faced with so little compassionate
All to make her forget
So she did, her life was left
For a mundane life based on a lie
And she lived that way until she died.