Feeling Is Believing: Tangible Poems

Product Description

This is the third book of poetry published by Dwayne Gray who is the author of “Mirror of poems” and “Poeticolors”. Like his previous books, “Feeling is believing” aims at relating to the readers in the deepest emotional way. This book in addition to relating to readers aims at breaking the barriers of racialism and prejudice that limits our progress as humans and poisons our youth in an indirect and subtle way. It aims to show us that the emotions we express on a day to day basis are shared among us all and our similarities outweigh our differences immensely. We all can relate to the way each other may feel at times and although we may have different opinions at times we all have the common foundation of emotions. This book was written in the belief that this world can be a much better place if we can all get over this mountain of frivolous hate and bickering among ourselves surrounding our visible differences and ignoring all that is common between us which happens to be our most important. This world can be a better place if we all can learn to truly love and stop using love as a guise through which selfishness operates which some believe it to be. Poem by poem, book by book, reader by reader, the hope is to make a significant dent in our negative beliefs and practices and keep this seemingly dying art meaningful, alive and well. Read, enjoy relate and consider, but most of all share.

From the Author

I was thirteen year of age when I discovered my talent. I grew up tough in the Caribbean, it was not all sun and sand as some imagine. Sometimes, in fact most of the time for me it was rocky, sweaty, and bloody, with some rain. We had a rough childhood, my sister and I. However it was not all bad at all. I learned at a very early age to appreciate the simple things in life which really aren’t so simple when you don’t have much. My sister and I grew up mostly separated in many different homes with many strangers and at times relatives. This was due to the fact that our mother left us while we were at the tender ages of five my sister, and seven myself. She left for the United States for work so that she can afford us a better life . My father was never in the picture except for two weeks of my life at the age of eighteen when I first met him, he died shortly after but that’s another story.

I grew up in the Christian faith and always prayed to God as a child to reveal my talent to me. I finally gave up praying for it, and that was when it happened. I had just started in high school at this particular time. I was about thirteen and there was an older girl who I admired and was very sweet on. She was older than me by far and about to graduate from high school and I knew I did not stand a chance with her but I couldn’t help but tried to get her attention every chance I got, and she entertained me. One day she approached me and told me that it was her birthday and she wanted me to write her something expressing how I felt about her. I jumped at the opportunity, and decided that I would attempt a poem. I spent the entire morning working on it during classes, trying to get the perfect words to express how I felt. It was lunch time when I finally finished. I found my way to her and presented her with the poem I toiled at so hard.

I looked at her in anticipation as she read, trying to read her facial expression as she curiously read through. Just as the page my poem was written on, my heart fell to the ground as she balled it up and threw it to the ground.

She then stated angrily that she was disappointed in me for stealing someone’s work and presenting it to her as my own, when she specifically asked me to write about how I felt. I tried to explain to her that that was exactly what I spent all morning doing, but she turned her back to me and was on her way, pissed. I was so hurt I remembered. I turned around and picked up my wrinkled up paper from the ground and began walking away almost in tears. I had an e