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Tamia Reminds Me Of...

Writer's picture: Tswelopele MaputlaTswelopele Maputla

This is an ode to Tamia's self-titled debut album, a body of work that ages like fine wine. I wrote and published this on my blog in 2018 at the teeny weeny age of 21, I thought I was so deep. LOL!



Tamia reminds me of:


the love i never had


the boys that broke my heart


especially the one i thought i couldn’t live without


the one i call when i’m emotional and soused


confident enough to tell him how much he means to me


and how much he hurt me


he stopped taking my calls and leaves my texts on read


i’m a little grateful


but very embarrassed


because how many tears have i shed?


for a love i never had


Tamia reminds me of


falling in love, deeply in love


well, of thinking i’m falling in love


of butterflies in my stomach


of teenage love affairs


stolen kisses on the street corner


making sure the neighbours don’t see us


Tamia reminds me of


missing my curfew


because none of us wanted to say goodbye


of staring into his eyes


and singing “I am so into you” in my head


Tamia reminds me of


thinking my love and affection could keep him


that if i pour all my love into his cup


maybe he will slowly pour into mine


not wanting to let go


hoping for a new start


drowning in my own tears


Tamia reminds me of


love. real love


unfiltered and pure


of my sister and how she’d play her songs back to back while i helped her clean


of car rides and banter


while we sing along and dissect each lyric


of heartache and going through it


knowing that she’ll always be there for me


even without knowing what i’m going through


Tamia reminds me of


comfortable silences


unspoken affirmations


reciprocal love


lazy Sunday afternoons


Tamia reminds me of


my sister, the person who introduced me to her music


the one who made me fall in love with rhythm and blues



Tamia reminds me of:


the love I never had


the boys that broke my heart


especially the one i thought i couldn’t live without


the one i call when i’m emotional and soused


confident enough to tell him how much he means to me


and how much he hurt me


he stopped taking my calls and leaves my texts on read


i’m a little grateful


but very embarrassed


because how many tears have i shed?


for a love i never had


Tamia reminds me of


falling in love, deeply in love


well, of thinking i’m falling in love


of butterflies in my stomach


of teenage love affairs


stolen kisses on the street corner


making sure the neighbours don’t see us


Tamia reminds me of


missing my curfew


because none of us wanted to say goodbye


of staring into his eyes


and singing “I am so into you” in my head


Tamia reminds me of


thinking my love and affection could keep him


that if i pour all my love into his cup


maybe he will slowly pour into mine


not wanting to let go


hoping for a new start


drowning in my own tears


Tamia reminds me of


love. real love


unfiltered and pure


of my sister and how she’d play her songs back to back while i helped her clean


of car rides and banter


while we sing along and dissect each lyric


of heartache and going through it


knowing that she’ll always be there for me


even without knowing what i’m going through


Tamia reminds me of


comfortable silences


unspoken affirmations


reciprocal love


lazy Sunday afternoons


Tamia reminds me of


my sister, the person who introduced me to her music


the one who made me fall in love with rhythm and blues



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