Stop Killing My Black Man

Stop Killing My Black Man

Posted FB 14th December 

Twisted Mouths

I put my hand up so he could see
I wasn’t packing
the only crime I had committed
was being Black-IN
the wrong place
at the wrong time
Historically this has been the case
For all the Africans that were captured
and exported
where all their dreams have been aborted

I put my hands up and said
‘I can’t breathe!’
trying desperately to persuade
the officer to let me go
let me be free
he said
I owed him
A debt I had been born into
If we wouldn’t work for free
there was a taxation
of human beings
No! This could not be true
I looked back historically
he was right
it was late at night
normally in the South
where Black men
would swing from Poplar Trees
‘burning flesh and
with twisted mouths’

In court today

posted on fb 3rd October 2014

He Told The Judge

he told the judge he was homeless

has he no shame?

his father came with so much less

yet his father found fame

he told the judge he was broke

all his money was spent

everything he had on his back

was borrowed stolen or lent

he told the judge his children did not need a home

they were grown adults now

my how time had flown

he wanted them out right now

he told the judge he has nothing

this was his first words of truth

he has no compassion, no heart

no love for humanity he is completely aloof

he told the judge he would wait for his settlement

this he will have to do

wait and wait and wait

until his waiting days are through

I've still got it

posted today on fb

I refuse to let

my pass

plague my future

my present

is where I am

from this day forward

never looking back

Every day

I am evolving

changing

to a

new and improved

me

I am now

unrecognisable

to myself and others

I am now

where I want to be

Scottish Referendum. I am glad they stayed

The Referendum  showed us that there was really a problem, that England had ignored for such a long time.  I am glad the way it turned out, everyone knows where everyone stands, a close call 55 % wanting to be part of The  United as in United Kingdom

Scotland

Were you going to leave

I know how you feel

when you feel unappreciated

and a grieved

but were you going to leave

couldn’t you just talk it out

not those debates where ministers shout

Scotland you can’t just sail off

and detach

taking your money and your stash

Scotland I can’t believe you were going to leave

I am glad you changed your mind

as I have a holiday booked

to come see you some day

Writing joy

posted fb

#296 This is where I have fun

I haven’t been around

for a long time

it’s as if I have lost my way

like a child in a playground

suddenly I have forgotten how to play

it should come naturally

as this is what I do

keep things bottled in

then share them just here with you

you keep my secrets

you know my heart

you have been there in the beginning

you were there in the start

I will revisit you

keep coming back

until I am done

this is my way

like a child having fun

Difficult truths

posted fb

#233 Who would believe me?

I don't know where I have been

I don’t know where I need to go

I know  things

that I really shouldn’t know

Where to go from here

if only I could be that bold

to assume I have been spared

to tell the story that should not be told

who would believe me?

they would want proof

they will say I am lying

that I have had a misspent youth

so I continue on

waiting for a time

when my words are be believed

I pray it happens in time

Driving in London

Posted fb Feb 2014

#357  Driving in London

Driving in london is such a trap

there are lines on the ground

directing you go up or maybe down

there are roundabouts you don't go round

one way systems to obey

if you don’t you will have  to pay

there are yellow  boxes you must not enter

then there are boxes of instant fines

you have to wonder what is on Boris’s mind

driving use to be such a thrill

now the bills you accumulate makes you ill

there are cameras that are snappy happy

catching drivers in all kinds of trappies

I use to like driving

I now no longer try

I’ve had to wave my car goodbye

and sit on the bus

start stop start stop

listening to the babies cry