My hair does not define me

posted fb 07/11/13

#271 My hair does not define me

My hair does not define me

it makes me more of me

my hair challenges you

it offends you

it stares you in the face

how dare I not straighten

am I really part of this Black race?

you believe I am lazy

as I do not conform

making my hair lay flat

I understand is the norm

you believe I am a disgrace

as you are forced to look at my face

without the asian locks

hiding my nubian traits

so I do not spend hours

at the hairdressers

sitting in a chair

listening to the gossip

while they take texture and flare

I am not affected by the media

and what you want me to be

and men who don't look at me

are shallow and simply not for me

this is not how I chose to spend my money

buying perms and tracks

as they play on your insecurities

and laugh behind your backs

Random Acts of Violence

posted fb 07/11/13

#269 Random act of violence

They call it ‘Random acts of violence’

when there is no cause

my car was sitting peacefully

when it happened

in the middle of the night

I blame everyone

including myself

how could I be so forgetful

so absent minded

leaving my car out at night

by itself

they broke the glass

and rummaged within

I felt violated and mortified

about what they found

they said I was lucky

because nothing they stole

they took my comfort

of knowing that my car was safe

well not no more

I blamed everyone

including myself

my neighbours for not letting me know

how terrible this area had become

the insurance company

said I had to pay

explain why we have insurance anyway

my car drove around

humiliated and wounded

with a makeshift bandaid

oh the humiliation

now everyone knew of the violation

The more trees the better the street

working in Battersea recently


posted fb  august 2013

#229 More Trees

The more trees

the more you can breathe

walk along the leafy roads

of the immaculate nicely turned out houses

then go to the run down estates

where the lift never works

and no one wants to stay confided

in the square boxes of living space

the restrictions are stifling

as the high rise, touches the sky

up here there is no air

no trees

thats fine as he takes his last breath

no longer need to breathe

being taken for a ride

posted 04/11/13

#266 I am tired

I am tired of being taken for a ride

taken for a fool

it’s happening to me now

like if I was back at school

I am tired of being taken for a punk

as I sit in scrapyard

like an old piece of junk

they say one man’s rubbish is

another mans cash

I am waiting for the trade off

so I can collect the stash

everyone is trading

in pieces of my soul

they want to change me

before I get too old

I like the way I am

hard headed and a fool

they use, they abandon

like an old discarded tool

Not as depressed as it sounds

I started this poem when I was in boots trying to print pictures for my daughter to prove to her school friends that we  really met muppets in the holiday, yes we really did.  I scribbled it down while I sat at the booth which seemed like an eternity waiting for it to print.  I wrote it on a post it note, which I can only assume I lost so when I sat down this evening to submit my daily fb offering it sounded way more desperate than I intended, I think it maybe the pain killers I am on.


posted fb 04/11/13

#265 Checking out

I am checking out

caz no one seems to care

I am checking out

or maybe I will just wait here

or wait to see what develops

maybe things are near

right now things seem hopeless

as I realize all my deepest fears

they say there is a light at the end of the tunnel

what if there is not

what if this is the tunnel

that time has forgot

never ending pain

posted fb 30/10/13

#263 Never Ending Pain

I can’t think straight

due to the pain

it is nagging stabbing

it is pain

pain that leaves you

only to return with more pain

it as if pain breeds pain

day and night you wake with pain

if you get to sleep at all

you begin to wish that limb

or region

would seize to exist

to make the pain end

this is a very dangerous wish

but the pain has you tormented

not thinking straight

there is pain on top of pain

different levels of pain

all the pain seems the same

it is a blur blinding pain

that goes on and on

never ending pain

That Twerking little girl

posted 28/10/13

#262 Twerking

They said she invented twerking

but can’t you see she is hurting

to be accepted

as a woman in her own right

her background never leaving her behind

as she twerks something that no one can find

she is lost in the hype

of the media skype

she really has no idea what she has done

she has offended me and my sisters

now she is on the run

now I am sure I have been twerking all my life

yet she has coined the phrase in this media haze

now she is running for her life

the lines in the bathroom was not aimed at us

but the ‘Sister’s with the ‘big butts’

dancing like they are in a strip club!’

this line will follow her to her grave

I’ve never danced in a strip club

but I sure know how to rave

are the property of your past

you do not realise you  are enslaved