Sweeet Shop I am the pearl of insulin upon the sliver of steel, Clear and pungent. I can take you back to the days when you roamed in the grass Like a freshly emerged butterfly Until your body refused to obey and you had to come indoors To blood tests, syringes and Pampers. But now,…Read more Sweet Shop
poems
My Grandmother’s Kitchen
My Grandmother’s Kitchen The numb stone floor thuds against my shoe As my fingers graze the stained wood-mix worktops. I can see Mum searching for plastic bags In the shed that I used to play in. Triumphant, she comes in clutching An array of cobalt, green and white. “We will be leaving soon,” she says,…Read more My Grandmother’s Kitchen
Tell Me What I Shouldn’t Do
Tell me what I shouldn't do So you won't term me a terrorist Or some crazy extremist I get up every morning And just like you I groan at the thought of another long day Then its the rush hour traffic for me And you; trains are packed People are tired and whacked…Read more Tell Me What I Shouldn’t Do
Something Which I Like
Have a read of this: Reading in a Caribbean accent would help it have more of an effect: By: Linton Kwesi Johnson Wen mi jus come to Landan toun Mi use to work pan di andahgroun But workin pan di andahgroun Yu dont get fi know your way around Inglan is a bitch Deres no…Read more Something Which I Like
A Small Request
I wonder if after all these bills and years of legislation, Coupled with years of attempted integration, If you now see me as a human Rather than an irritating confusion When I walk past you in the street Do you see me as a person or are you just discreet In the way your mind…Read more A Small Request
Dear Human
I'm so sorry for ignoring you As I hurried past the bridge Where you lay huddled With a blanket of paper And a firefly for family I didn't care to look or stop. Lost in my own concerns and fears Which seem so ridiculous now But they made me blind to your sorrow I thought…Read more Dear Human
Against The Storm
Crouching behind a rock, Shelter in the storm Of words, yells and abuse Of kicks, punches and misuse, Safe. As it swirls all around Whipped into a frenzy like a tornado But in the eye behind the rock, It is all calm. Relaxed, content and a refuge, Till it creaks And a howl slips through…Read more Against The Storm
