Wednesday 18 December 2013

An Uprising

posted fb 18/12/13
#303 An Uprising

There is an uprising
I feel it now
this cannot continue
we really must try

everyone is walking
as if they are dead
heads are heavy
feet like lead
there is no hope
no getting out

I am waiting for the uprising
I am waiting for the cry
right now I am ready
no longer standing by
time for an uprising
the time is right now
nothing to lose
other than time

how long can we wait
for our share of the cake
they continue with their status quo

of take, take, take




South London Palais New Club

New Club in South London/ Sarf London


posted fb 18/12/13

#301 New club in South London

There is a new club in South London
what does it mean ?
the man dem have got together
to fulfill their dreams
I wish them well
I just hope they aren’t relying on me
to frequent and rave
and behave scandalously

I have hung up my dress
kicked off my shoes
I am  suffering from the effects
of these South London club blues
I have a good feeling on this one
I think it will be a  great place
where there  will be a lot of fun

I will shrug off the memories
of the clubs that have gone
take my chance
maybe in the new year
holding a champagne glass
they will see me

as I rekindle my raving past

Another Teenager is killed

I wrote this poem over two years ago.  It is one of 3 poems I wrote.  I was so pleased with the poems I remember sharing it with whoever I would listen.  It got a good response.  I had an idea about going around schools and sharing my poem, hoping to inform the youth of the consequences of taking someone's life.


posted 13/12/13

#296 Here my side of the story

There is a taste in my mouth
it makes me kinda sick
everything I do
brings me no comfort
I am trying to make amends
no one will understand
the predicament I am in
there is my side of the story
that will go untold
you wasn’t there
and true you don’t know

there was nothing I could do
to prevent what happened
I see his family and his friends
their lives have been shattered
to me he was just a little prick
a nuisance, surplus, fodder
turns out
he was much loved
respected
a decent friend
a family member
a brother
don’t judge me
coz you weren’t there
and you can’t be sure
you would have done the same
I will spend the rest of my days
reliving every minute
before during and after
I am not no hero not no martyr
just a kid from the block
who got hold of a gun
the rest as they say is history
itz all over

itz done

A Windy day in London

I don't like the wind.  In fact I hate the wind.

it makes me nervous.  I know it is irrational,  I am not sure where my hate for the wind came about.  I remember living in Stockwell in a large old Victorian house Semi detached I mention the fact it was semi detached which will emphasise how irrational my fear of the wind is. I remember laying in bed working out a way to be safe as the building toppled over.  Yes toppled over like a pack of cards or something.  Well it involved throwing the mattress out of the window and the building fell forward.  ... Thatz it thatz all I had as a plan.  Fortunately as you can see I made it through the night and didn't need to rely on throwing my bedding out of the window.  Anyhow well thatz where it first started I guess.

posted 18/12/13

#301 The Wind

The wind howls
at the window
it rattles the door
the wind makes me scared
I wish the wind was no more
it makes me feel nervous
as if I was a child
why so ferocious
this is my cry
why destroy houses
why blow down trees
is it not enough

to totally frighten me

Time alone

posted fb 18/12/13

#300 Spending time alone

I have taken to spending time alone
getting to know myself
trying to figure out
why I have been left on the shelf
why I am not working
taking less care of myself
as I ponder these questions
I don’t listen to the replies
the truth is hurtful
I rather the lies
I will delve into the future
forgetting the past
moving on with my life
hoping this time moves fast
time spent alone
is a luxury it seems
you can let go of your history

get in touch with your dreams

I am hooked on Made in Chelsea

Made in Chelsea, for some reason appeals to me.  I watch it intrigued of a world I will never experience.

Yet I still watch

posted fb 18/12/13
#299 Made in Chelsea


I am hooked
I don’t know why
they are not my people
I can’t even try
I can’t relate
I don’t understand their world
it is unfair this inequality
that I have experienced as a Black girl
they don’t work
they just party and bitch
first I thought it was real
then I understand
they follow a script
it still makes me angry
it just isn’t right
there are people going
to bed hungry

as I tune in again tonight


Everyone's selling the Big Issue

Met up with a friend in Victoria today, as I walked along Victoria Street I was taken back by the amount of Big Issue sellers.  Well they weren't really selling everyone was just hurrying by as if the were part of the street furniture.  Like the man outside Pret complete with suitcase and quilt.  I guess it must be safer to sleep during the day then the night.  I normally make a point of purchasing a copy of Big issue it is a good read and it is for a good cause.  Today I didn't purchase one for some reason.  Was there too many sellers didn't know who I wanted to help.


posted fb 18/12/13

#298 The big issue

Wherever I go
all around town
there is a phenomenal
going around
it is the ‘Big Issue’
for sale
fallen on hard times
not doing so well
there are those lying
some standing
living their own personal hell
people who look totally out of place
look so competent
in this human race
yet somehow they have fallen
fallen on hard times
this is the scene
in this part of town
they stand quietly
hoping you will buy
you don’t look in their eyes

as you hurry on by