It's in my heart and always on my mind.
I can't lie; I think of it all the time.
At early dawn and late in the midnight hour.
I can see it, I can feel it, and I often dream about its beautiful power.
Some say I'm crazy...
Hmmm? Maybe they're just lazy.
Others ask, "Is it worth it?"
Well, naysayers are going to 'nay,' so
I'll keep pushing and pulling it.
I'm tending the bars; that's right, I'm bartending.
I'm pushing and pulling, and I'm not pretending.
Yes!
Pushing and pulling for my health,
Fighting and grinding for invaluable wealth.
Living sprightly on the bars, pushing up off Mother Earth,
The pump in my chest, the shakiness in my legs, and the sweat on my brow show their worth.
Getting over the rope and making quick bursts across the land,
This beautiful obsession just continues to grow, and most will never understand.
It doesn't feel good, sound good, or look good when I'm going through it.
But there is a beautiful pain that hurts so good, just knowing I'm staying fit.
With each rising sun and every shining moon,
My obsession remains, and it's going nowhere soon.
Hope-losing Miss Lizzy,
Already looking dizzy,
Now knows it isn’t easy:
Bartending for The Like-Ant-Busy:
Customers quick to be queasy
Over served glasses visibly greasy.
Teeth-gnashing, baring Lizzy
Coldly painted “Damned Lazy”
Continues to wish at were easy
A fence between serviette and The Creasy
Tables distancing from The Sleazy…
Can’t a smoky bar turn breezy?
The upset enquiry of Upset Lizzy
Whose bar -woman’s breath has turned wheezy.
I quit law school and became a bartender,
then I took and passed the bar examination.
I had to prove that I had quit not because I couldn't be a lawyer,
I quit because I enjoyed bartending.
My Auntie Mary Rose
Years ago in my youthful years; my mother told me she named me after
My Auntie Mary-Rose. Oh how I loved her so dearly.
But throughout my young life I was consistently teased from kids my own age.
And even from some of my own close kin. After I turned twenty-one I soon
legally changed my name to Theresa Marie Christine. At the time I thought that no
one would ever make fun of me again. But alas, all of some many uneducated cruel
people never learn. While I was bartending, they’d call “hey TC bring me some of your
empty tea so we can see the inside of your shirt. Guess I should not have let anyone get
the better of me. I never knew that I was feeling so insecure. If it were not for one very
close sister of mine: don’t think I would have even made it to the age of 35. Now I’m
longing for my old name back.
For I really did love my Auntie Mary-Rose. My beloved Auntie Mary-Rose I apologize
for changing my name to Theresa Marie Christine.
Written: 6/20/15
Theresa Marie
Growing up in the inner city I've met Magic, Jordan, Bill Gates and President Obama.
The intellectuals breed but the opportunities are near exstinct in these mean streets.
If it's not bling bling then it's bang bang says the man from the NY Times speaking on what he thinks not what he knows.
We call home in the ghetto. Where gems live but are dull.
Rub them and they will shine, like the next engineer or doctor. wait opportunities are bleek so beautiful young ladies revert to bartending and stripping to make a Buck.
Life will be different if we were in the burbs. But we are not.
Let's rise together and shine together forget the masses looking at our life though glasses called intagram and social media. It's all a lie.
Tame your ways and let it shine!!!!