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Natasha Ramsey Hungover Poet Sample Tell It Tuesday

This is the first installment of “Tell It Tuesday“!

What is Tell It Tuesday? It’s sort of like a “Preach!” or a well-timed, “Mmmm hmmm” in response to something that was said that may be controversial in nature but absolutely accurate. It’s sometimes not the popular opinion but it’s very valid. Actions that could be substituted for a verbal “Tell It” could may be a well launched all knowing “I know that’s right!” kind of side eye or the more recently widespread memes on social media of someone or most notably, Kermit the Frog, sipping tea. If this still doesn’t make sense, hell just google it!

For this inauguration post, I chose to tell on myself. Why? If I can’t pick on me by either exposing myself or my opinions or even my unpopular questionable line of thinking in some shape or form, why would I do it about the events, and other people in our world? Fair is fair. Therefore, I chose a section of a poem from my book, “Hungover Poet” in which I totally queer things up and openly state how I’ve gotten myself in trouble in the past.

Hope you enjoy “Tell It Tuesday”! I’ve been experimenting with the name and acronyms, etc. but not sure if I really want to go with “Tit Tuesday”, or just “Tell it”. Hmmm, decisions, decisions…


I am a poet. I am a writer. I am a seeker of knowledge, wisdom and light. I’m also an introverted extrovert in an ENTJ (with a little “P” tendencies at times – if you’re familiar with Myers-Briggs, you’ll understand the last descriptor).  As such, I sought advice from trusted sources & friends in the poetry, music business who are also entrepreneurs. When more than five people suggested the same advice I decided to follow through on it which was to find a mentor who understands me/my work and who has been through the rough times of building a reputation/name for themselves.

So, I set out to find my wealth of knowledge mentor! Who wouldn’t want to find someone who understands the trials and tribulations of trying to make it? I explored my poetry circle of compadres and found many men and women whose poetry was so enlightening, poignant and stimulating that I had to pick their minds for insight. However, trying to talk to them after the shows was sometimes difficult, or I’d find myself feeling silly when they treated me like a groupie and said a polite thank you, or not-so-polite thank you as they moved away quickly to greet friends. You would think I was asking for a kidney! I mean, really…I probably would have gotten a kidney faster…but I digress.

So then I decided to take another approach. If the mountain wouldn’t come to Natasha, Natasha would get up early, study the weather, learn to rock climb, practice climbing religiously, check rock climbing gear, lace up and powder down, and go tackle that master poets’ mountain by reading books, blogs and pieces by the men and women I admired. I mean, I really paid attention to their poetic flow, words and delivery. Then, I posted comments that ranged from praise for great writing to questions about the pieces. I figured I was well on my way to learning and interacting.

Wrong! Well on the interacting part. After getting to know some of the people I considered so enlightened based on their work and seemingly humble outlook on life, I was disappointed. Several of the older men hit on me often and while I brushed it off nicely and worked in conversations about my significant other, it didn’t let up. It seemed that by being a newbie to poetry performances and by praising their work, I stamped, “I want you to hit on me/say/text/voice message me crude yet poetic comments” across my forehead. Again, don’t get me wrong, I am flattered and said “no thanks” to “I’m not available” in no uncertain terms but these older guys just didn’t seem to get it. Not to mention, some are married! What happened to all those great words of advice and wisdom in the writing?

A close friend said I’m too naïve and I should expect that older men who see a young’un wanting advice will automatically want to “mold”…Well, I refuse to see older men that way. Whatever happened to Gentlemen? Oh, and before you go thinking that I’m painting all old dogs with the same brush, I have to say that I’ve met three older and two younger, absolutely genuinely nice men I communicate with regularly and have even gotten to know on a personal level. Not to mention I’ve been meeting more women who write poetry and as such, I now have a couple of women to look to and share experiences, pieces and events with….

But back to my point.  I didn’t give up. In so doing, I also had a revelation.

After a year on the poetry grind (more writing, performing, reading, paying $5 to $10 to attend open mic events), I found quite a few Baltimore, DC and Virginia spots to share my poetry as well as enjoy awesome pieces from fellow poets. I even had the great fortune of meeting several of the people I considered “masters” at the poetry craft and completely forgot about finding an official mentor as some of these folks just provided insight by their pieces and casual conversation about upcoming events, etc. After a few months, I started to get to know some of them personally since we would show up at the same events, etc. Okay, so here comes the revelation part…

I sought out wisdom and enlightenment actively but in my thirst for knowledge, I wasn’t focused on attracting it. Now, don’t go thinking I’m talkin’ bout Voodoo and black magic just ‘cause I’m from the Islands. I’m simply saying that by being too eager to find wisdom-aged elders, I was seeking those whose outer shell and appearances gave the illusion of enlightenment that was available for sharing. As such, I missed the calm, righteous teachers who don’t go advertising, so to speak, their righteousness.

Basically, I made a rookie mistake so I’m writing this to say to those reading who have a dream, to always follow your dream. Yes, a mentor and experienced folks in your craft will provide insight, but don’t rely too heavily on others to help you get there…even if they are considered masters in their field. I found wisdom-aged elders when I wasn’t seeking a mentor. I believe that my positive energy through my words and actions as well as my inability to deal with the bullshit and by cutting it short, allowed me to gravitate towards what I need.

Last, but certainly not least, is my constant promotion of others who are doing great things in the poetry field. I want to share my good fortune, positive energy and excitement about poetry to all who will listen. Positive vibes will yield positive results. Dream it, plan it and create it!