Woke Up This Morning With My Face On Backwards

Performance at Graffiti Gallery in Winnipeg MB 2017.

At the time I was going by an alias, thinking I was protecting my identity. Then I questioned why the hell would I hide myself from my employer, kind of stupid really. Then I realized I needed to own my identity as an artist and take what may come my way because if it, the good and the bad.

I wrote this poem in the wee hours of the morning before getting ready for work. I was seriously depressed because my day job was a pain in the ass, and robbing me of what precious little time I had in my studio.  The feeling of wasting my time at meaningless labour 40 hours a week was beginning to eat away at my sanity. ( I shouldn’t piss and moan due to my full-time job pays for food, clothing and housing but I digress.) Anyhoo I wrote it making a promise to myself that my next full- time job will be in the arts some how in some way.

Since then I have managed to land a few paying gigs, still have the annoying full-time job that allows me to eat 3 meals a day. Needless to say the art  job hunt and art submissions continue and who knows what will happen next.

As the old cliché goes, “Can’t win the lottery without a ticket.”

 

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International Woman’s Week

March 2nd to the 9th is International Women’s Week, and I’m excited to be part of SARAVATI PRODUCTIONS, CABARET OF MONOLOGUES..  I will be performing my poem, “I Am Not A Victim!” along side 8 fantastic female playwrites, storytellers, performers and singer songwriters. Click on the link below for showtimes, dates and locations.

http://sarasvati.ca/cabaret-of-monologues-2/

See ya there!

I_Am_Not_A_Victim(1)_HD.mp4 from Kitty Kittie on Vimeo.

I’ll Keep Trying.

September 5th 2018

The general public is in the dark as to what  we in the creative community go through trying to make a living within the creative arts. I’m trying to change that by documenting my journey.

No matter how many rejections letters I get I’ll keep trying.

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WHAT IS IT LIKE?
Dear Shereen Ramprashad,

Thank you poet. We’re honored that you chose to share your work with us, but unfortunately, your poetry is not for us at this time.

We sincerely appreciate your effort and care with this submission, and we hope you continue to lift up our poetry community with your voice.

Best of luck with this & all your future work.

FEATHERS

Adorned

feathers of a peacock.

Blue, orange and gold.

Shuffling, preening, sunlight glints, shattering upon my beauty.

Adore me for I know I am beautiful.

Insolent, arrogant and invincible.

In the shadows between my feathers I am haunted.

Hunted by the darkness, it cracks my paint, peals my skin.

Burns my eyes.

My crown tarnishes at its touch, my soul freezes from its breath.

Where ever I run it follows me.

Running through the forest I catch my foot on my pride, the ground rears up to meet my grace.

I feel its weight between my shoulders pressing out my breath, tearing at my feathers. Scattering my paint, my skin and my grace.

It takes my eyes and turns them to the inside.

Hear my screams echo through eternity.

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