Middle class racism

The talk talks talking endlessly No point made but stories of self-centred ‘I know, I know your culture’ They forced a pause on you, in order to let them guess what part of the Indian subcontinent you hail from South as the only exploration, like you have no other home Piled on top of that…

She

She lies on her bed How did she get here? Alone on an everyday night Intoxicated, needles powered out A hum plays inside her ribcage And a tiny fire is lit Her shoulders fall, her chin tucked into her chest Knees drawn in The evenings blur into each other Unachieved ambitions lay sprawled on her…

I’m home

I drag my suitcase alongside the paths to home Without any coppers and silvers, I walk The wheel comes off half way, oh no Bitter, I’m sweated out But I see a bus stop, I relax I have a fiver No glory, the bus never came But offered a story, I now share I sit…

Hymen

Men picket at the doors of hymens No-one can enter unless a,b,c When the door is broken by an unruly stranger And mummy’s china plates make mosaics When it says hello to the kitchen floor And a shrill carries itself across a hallway A new life has ended Like the reversal of the opening of…

England went wild

The pen breaks at the point of use Rendering its purpose to educate, inspire… Who am I a politician? Out to collect votes? Start again The pen breaks at the point of use Because it was intended to Now they read spouts of nationalism, ignorance And march a fury down an immigrant street Cycle, run,…

Terrorist or victim?

Claws tear away at the inside my ears Fresh flesh flow hot seems of angst, pain and tears The blood drawn from the emptiness Of a life lived, full of midnight bitterness The pillows and four walls Hear cries of an oesophagus’ screeching calls When will a new life shine bright? When can Afghanistan fly…

How dear?

Watered down, my life is watered down Simplified into numbers, mere statistics That will, in a near foreseeable future Be used by fascists How dear will I be then? How dear will my life be? All I see is mist, fog, and dreariness All I see is clenched teeths and I told you so’s All…