Showing posts with label lost love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lost love. Show all posts

Sunday, August 11, 2024

Tayo Oredein Uses Poetry to Talk About Lost Love in His Ph.D. is in Hypocrisy: And Other Poems About My Crappy Ex-Boyfriend

 



If He Died 
November ‘00

I don’t know how to love him
At least not anymore
 I don’t know who he is
 And I don’t know how to care for him
 At least not with my heart
 I can’t say I know this man
 Though at one time I thought I did
 I’m only familiar with his exterior now
 The soul I once knew is no longer there
 He talks to me harshly, 
He touches me coldly,
 Dismisses me swiftly,
 Pushes me away boldly
 If he were to pass on
 I don’t think I’d be blessed
 with the tears to cry
 Because the man I once knew, 
The man I still love,
 Unfortunately has already died
 Leaving nothing but a selfish, cold,
 thoughtless stranger inside.
~~~




His Ph.D. is in Hypocrisy
 May ‘00

 An alum of Boston University
 where you majored in
 Psychology and Philosophy
 Yea, your Bachelor’s degree
 is in those subjects
 But your Ph.D. is in hypocrisy
 How else do you explain why it’s Ok
 for you to have messed with two girls
 when we first started out
 yet my kiss in Boston still haunts you
 Guys who are just my friends
 calling me plagues your mind
 But it’s cool for you to keep in touch
 with girls you know... 
In the Biblical sense, of course
 You lecture anyone who drinks
 Yet chill with those who smoke weed
 Preaching alcohol is wrong
 According to the Q'uran 
But if it bans drinking
 I’m sure weed is out of the question
 But apparently for that, 
You’ve made a concession
 See, Jesus turned water into wine
 Never did Mohammed
 turn roses into trees
 But there you go
 having at least one blunt a day,
 Please, All the while preaching about Islam
 Praising yourself because of your beard
 And because you make most of your prayers
 And fine, so you don't eat swine
 Only animals with split hooves
 that chew the cud
 But how funny is it that afterwards
 you sit back and smoke bud
 Granted alcohol is banned
 But the Q'uran also does not
 condone premarital sex
 or making money
 rhyming on a microphone
 after which you’re gonna again
 sit back and smoke marijuana 
Double standards run your mind
 But as long as you’re the beneficiary
 You don’t seem to care...
 I just know your ass
 better not say another word
 about me not covering my hair
 or what I should and should not wear.
~~~

Tayo Oredein is one of the writers with whom I'd been working when my health issues got in the way of my providing reviews upon request. When I came across her request I tried to get back into contact...but couldn't... I decided to go ahead and read her book. I'm certainly glad I did! It became one of my Personal Favorites for 2024! Some of you may recognize, her first line in the above poem was the first line in the song, of the same name, from Jesus Christ Superstar... It's rather ironic, don't you think, that a Christian teen falls in love with a Muslim boy and realizes that she, too, didn't know how to love him?
...At least now I’m in control Of my situation and my destination I’m doing me with no apology...
Actually, I'll wager, if I were a betting person, that over 50% of women in today's world have said that line for their own relationship at one time or another...
...Guys who are just my friends calling me plagues your mind But it’s cool for you to keep in touch with girls you know... In the Biblical sense, of course...
Oredein presents a memoir of the time she was very much in love. The book is written through poems; however, they are ordered chronology so that readers may feel, as I did, like we were reading a novel--a story that the author needed to write as a catharsis of how deeply she was hurt by "her man."
...I don’t know why I feel this way, or why his past is causing me such agony and pain The only thing I do know before I fell in love with him I was sane...
What makes her story more unique is that her boyfriend was a Muslim while she was Christian. From her standpoint, she had fallen in love and religion did not interfere in her love for him. That is, until she started to "feel" his words and actions. As you can see from the title, she ultimately saw him as a hypocrite!
...It’s four in the morning I’m having a nightmare I wake up in a panic You’re next to me, but you’re not there...   (Wow, this quote is so powerful, don't you think?)

 Other than the religious angle, her story could have been written by any girl who begins to discover that the individual with whom she had fallen in love was not who she thought he was... Or, in this situation, he had evolved from being very attentive and loving at first and then, while her feelings were growing, his seemed to be waning. The couple were racially different and there is one reference that this seemed may be part of the ultimate breakup.

Interracial Troubles
January ‘00

Interracial that’s for sure 
I wonder if our relationship can endure
 the tests that will be put forth
I know I like you,
race and skin color aside
 but I wonder why you’re with me
 because I’m black?
 An experience you’ve never had?
 Or do you think dating black is “cool”
 If that’s the case
 I want out I’m not your guinea pig
 But what’s this?
 You want to be with me for me?
 And you’re interested in my history?
 You can appreciate black culture,
 without trying to adopt it as your own?
 You don’t belittle my concerns
 and instead
 encourage me to talk about them?
 I guess I underestimated you,
 I underestimated us
 I’m glad I found someone I can talk to
 Someone who will listen to me
 Someone I can trust
~~~

One of her more powerful poems is about 9-11. Here's a small part:

...Muslims attacking America, in the name of Allah Islamic extremists using religion as a means to their end Making threats to attack us again Leaving Americans scared and seething with rage at the people who pray to the east, not knowing the literal root of  Islam…Peace.

Tayo was able to be very open in telling her story, so be prepared for a little explicit parts in a number of the poems. What I found most intriguing, though, was the references to the Q'uran... At one point, she even took the time to do research on his religion and provides it for her readers... Of course, that is the basis of the title. Tayo's lover was very open about suggesting changes to her... While he was open in continuing interactions with his former lovers... So, here's her thought, he obviously was involved with multiple women. (Indeed, the Q'uran allows multiple wives...) However, let's just say that he started before he was married and had not offered marriage, apparently, to any of his lovers...

I think I admire her most for not being willing to lose her own faith. Yet, on the other hand, she had fallen in love and didn't care about his faith being different. I found this an important issue to be addressed as we all, here in America, are having religion intertwined with politics--which has caused considerable concern and frustration. Reading Oredein's experience may be just the thing for teens and older women to think through how she decides to approach religion within any new relationships...



As I do with most writers, I spent some time searching online for what the writer may have that complements her book, her life. I found several locations where she is speaking her words. I've asked her to share more here, but will wait to see if she responds... I admire Tayo. I wasn't so open with my words as I lived during a different time. It is good that women are speaking out more earlier in their lives. I know that hiding my truths as I felt them in my earlier life served nobody, especially myself... I hope you will support her book. At this time, there are no other reviews so I do recommend you read this wonderful and open commentary on a subject, hypocrisy, which is even in the news headlines these days...

God Bless

GABixlerReviews


 

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Review: A Second Chance Sometimes Comes!

On The Bluffs
Steven Schindler
The Elevated Press
ISBN: 9780966240818
300 Pages

When you find someone to love, make sure you fight to keep her... Or so seems to be the moral of On the Bluffs by Steven Schindler! Once you read Brian DeLouise's story, I think you will agree!

Portia had been Brian's lover when they had met during a summer at Cape Cod. Even then Brian had been trying to make his way into the entertainment field by working at the summer theatre held there each year. His time with her was precious and genuine, but at the end of the season, Portia had gone overseas.

Brian went back home where Frances quickly seduced him, got pregnant and then lost it, but continued on with him into marriage. During most of the marriage, and especially during the latter years, Frances had cheated on him. Her defense was that he knew she liked to party when he married her, so...

For whatever reasons, Brian had stayed in the marriage, until Frances asked for a divorce...

Interestingly, about that time Brian had become a hero for acting quickly when a mugger had attempted to rob two couples leaving a party...a hero, except in his wife's eyes!

And then there was the fact that he was fired from work!

It was not surprising that Brian started looking backward to happier days... And Cape Cod... And Portia...

With nothing holding him home, given that Frances was already working to ensure she got to keep the house as she scalped (and I do mean scalped...every single hair!) Brian in the divorce he was now anxious to have finalized!

Can you go back? Frankly the first part of the book was tedious for me, totally personal since I, being single, have my own opinions as to what should be allowed in a marriage to make it worth staying. Yes! Brian should have never married the woman!

On the other hand, I loved Portia!

As advertised, this novel is sometimes fun, sometimes sad, but altogether a quite unique love story that deserves attention. You just have to sympathize with Brian and be grateful that he finally took that trip backwards in life!

The thing that bugs me, though, is...Frances winding up with all the loot! Would have preferred this lady maybe met with an accident? Yes, if you love to hate soap-opera femme fatales, then On The Bluffs by Steven Schindler is especially for you!

G. A. Bixler