Daddy's Sip of Beer | Mina West

Instrumental: @TheDreamers_UK

First poem I wrote so many years ago - this was after I discovered def jam poetry on youtube, I loved how each poet had a story to tell that was so captivating, inspired me to share mine.

Love to know what you think.

Mina West x


A little secret from my mum
That she never really was aware of
Because I never dared to share was
Daddy gave me a sip of beer when I was young
There’s me drinking in naively to think that there was nothing wrong
Had me thinking that his drinking made him strong
All the adults drank the drink
So to be matured I went along
Like that saying parents say “to be big and tall children eat your peas”
So every opportunity I could seize
I took a sip of Daddy’s beer
Pulled a silly face to show I didn’t like the taste
Daddy’s little girl he would tease,
But to tell the truth the taste left me feeling kind of pleased

And Daddy drank his beer when I was
He drank so much I thought it looked kind of fun
He never looked that happy coming in from work
Even after offering him some of my ice cream dessert
See ice cream always made me happy
But the drink was like his magic potion
A spell that went into his body
Stapled on his cheeks and made him smile
And not in any ordinary kind of style
The I’m on top of the world
Like the I can do anything I want
Like I can kick that ball better than Beckham
But I reckoned – it was just his old age
Him going through that mid-life crisis stage
But sometimes this magic potion will change into poison
So when it came between the choice of alcohol or family
Family was always chosen
Every night Mum will hope for a better day
Sometimes get the guts and say
In my house those drinks can’t stay
But Daddy didn’t listen anyway
So she will pray to the God above to hope he’ll change
She saw it as a shame to end a family home and let drink me the blame
And in all honesty
She felt her children needed a father
And she didn’t think she could cope being alone
And so things just stay the same

And …..
Daddy drank his beer when I was young
And because he’d have more than just the one
A change in his attitude was made
And he put on a scene that look like a mad ass parade
But there was no laughter or song in this one
Except the game of charades
And the answer being run run run
The sound of the shouting and yelling
Had my neighbours, aunties, uncles, some random dude down the street
Coming in all crowding
Nosing into my business
Wanting to get the gossip
Disguising it as help 
What a lot of fakes I felt
But for me it was really the pounding
That touched my thoughts and made me hate my surroundings
And all that crap of me believing of
Daddy giving me a sip of beer when I was young
Was just a trap
His way of deceiving

Remember in the beginning
That secret from my mum
Of Daddy giving me a sip of beer when I was young
Well I stopped taking little sips
Yes I saw how it destroyed with each little drip
The illusion of my perfect family
All a delusion now I can admit
The real secret being that
It was all a cover up
It was all a con
Covering up my reality

Of my daddy’s drinking problem

Feeling really blessed x

Want to keep this short and sweet, I feel so blessed by all the amazing comments I am getting regarding Let's Be Honest. Before you post something like this you always hope for the best outcome, but there is a still a bit of you that has this underline fear that you are just going to make a fool of yourself and no one is going to want to hear your message. Regardless if it gets 100 views or 1000 views I felt God gave me this message to share, and regardless of my own personal battles - knowing that it helped other people blesses me a way I can't even explain.

I want to say a BIG thank you to Anima series for also sharing this on their platform x

More poetry to come soon x

Mina West x 

We Made It | Sunni Patterson

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ooo how I love this poem, some pieces literally give me goose bumps - and there is no doubt that this is one of them. Now when it comes to my inspirations, a lot of the artist that graced the Def Jam Poetry stage do fall into that category, but I will not go into that now, and discuss my relationship with Def Jam Poetry for another post. 

I'm not going to pretend to be all deep and knowing, I had to listen to this a couple of times before I could take away what I personally felt this piece was saying, but I still couldn't help but me amazed the moment I heard it. Her voice is for those who suffer a daily struggle, and offers a hope that demands a call for change. We Made It exposes and makes you reflect on history (primary Afro-American history), mentioning slavery, Hurricane Katrina, mass incarnation to Black Nationalism. I feel like her poetry unveil's the issue of racism word-by-word with a mission to make its roots exposed.

She simply inspires me.

Mina West x