‘The poems in this collection are an illustration of the hidden tattoos that have been etched along my skin and into my soul. Although invisible to others, they are a mesh of mental and emotional moments and memories. They are a testament of my survival, and more importantly a reflection of my growth. They are my silent voice…’
Invisible Tattoos is a collection of twelve distinctive poems that depict the beauty and darkness of the human experience through words…
Described as 'Poetic Stories,' each poem uses clever wordplay, thought provoking lyrics and a story-telling style, to explore a range of subject matters such as social inequality, the challenges of contemporary culture, and the timeless topics of love, heartbreak and inner conflict. The art of poetry is used to discuss history, politics, economy, culture and how this is intertwined with our identity. The poems are all accompanied by an individual analysis which explains the inspiration behind each bitter sweet story of human connection, struggle and spirit.
Invisible Tattoos is a book that will take you on an emotive roller coaster of highs and lows. Delving into the darker side of life and examining the complex world of emotions and encounters, this book provides a social commentary of the unheard voices of multi-cultural society, while touching on the subjects that make us all human and unlike anything else on this planet. This unique collection of poems will undoubtedly leave an imprint on your mind...
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lyrics
She wakes up with last night’s makeup half plastered on her face
Another good night...
So good she can’t even remember what took place
It was the weekend and she got lean, going crazy in the rave!
Yolo was her motto; it gave her another excuse to misbehave!
So she smoked her weed and took a bit of dizz
And just so she could really feel it...
She added the drink...
Her value is based on what other people think
So last night before she went out, she laid out all her cosmetics, and carefully put on all the layers of makeup that make up her image, and mask her insecurities, so that she can portray her made up reality!
Prisoner of her own mind, confined...
So even when she speaks, she displays another pretence, another lie...
Her intellect is displayed in her chest and proven between her legs
All she has to offer is her sexiness, so in the club is where she performs best!
With her seductive dances, she is the queen of one night encounters!
So last night she gave her body to another stranger that she can barely remember today...
His name had no relevance, but she made sure she gave him her made-up name!
Who cares anyway cause intimacy is not what she’s interested in!
She just needs that little bit of affection...
So self-gratification came from one night deceptions, where her ego was nourished by satisfying another’s prescription...
So with her loudness she silences her internal damage!
Her body she exhibits, she flaunts her physical assets!
Her confidence comes from her Facebook comments
And Instagram is where she has just posted another selfie depicting her idea of beauty, but in actuality it objectifies her sexually!
And it fills me with sadness, cause she is happiest in an existence that she has created in virtual reality...
So on Thursday evening when she had been let down again by the father of her children, she needed to smoke a spliff!
It done as she wanted by taking her to numbness, but she was no longer able to function...
So she could only offer emptiness when her son needed guidance and encouragement...
Last week at parents evening the teachers told her that she should try to encourage him, cause he has been struggling...
So she encouraged him by buying him a new pair of trainers and some designer clothing...
She had no parental guidance, so she put on her uniform and performed in search of any kind of acceptance...
And now she was addicted to going raving every weekend...
The club, sex and drugs became her escapism...
See she concealed her spirit with endless cosmetics, because she had no self-confidence
She was so desperate to feel significant, she just wanted to experience anything that wasn’t rejection
So she exchanged her soul for superficial fulfilment…
And she demonstrated her commitment by sketching another layer of makeup on...
But beneath her skin deep drawing of happiness, she was drowning in a tide of sadness, because she was imprisoned inside a canvas that she knew was false…
And now she didn’t even know how to start taking off all of the masks that she had plastered on...
She realised that she was lost…
Because she had forgotten who SHE was, behind the layers upon layers of makeup that she had painted on...
credits
from Invisible Tattoos,
released October 23, 2016
Written by: Farida Momtaz
Performed by: Farida Momtaz
Music by: Farida Momtaz
Audio Engineer: PGM Express
Produced by: Farida Momtaz
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021
