Wrong and Right
I am black, I am white
I know the difference from wrong and right
Everyday it’s a fight
Praying I don’t see that light
The light that so many have seen
As if they didn’t have a dream
Brothers and sisters killed
The thought of this sends chills
Their blood soaks the ground
While they still drive around
There is so much hate
Too much to even date
I’m Not Confused
I’m not confused,
I’m finding myself,
I’m learning to love myself,
I’m not changing myself,
To bind to your expectations,
To be society’s norm,
I’m a They/Them,
Not a he/him,
Not a she/her,
I’m not changing to,
Fit into that small box you hold.
The Angry (Half) Black Girl
You hate my people,
But you know
Nothing of where they’ve come from,
You hate my people,
But you gaslight their come up.
You hate my people,
To the point where you made me wish
I was Barbie,
Blonde and Snow White.
You hate my people,
To the point where I get verbally harassed,
By utter strangers,
Because I’m just a dirty killa,
Because you’re too vanilla,
To call me a nigger.
You hate my people,
To the point where I was appalled,
And dissociated with my white,
Made me feel ashamed to be Irish,
Because you were.
You hate my people,
But Phil Lynett is your hero,
You claim him,
Because he’s your icon,
A rock legend.
You hate my people,
Until you realise we’re capable,
And you’ll never see us crumble,
Never see us fall,
Even though nights,
Where I’d scream,
Slam my head against the wall.
You hate my people,
Because upon these curls,
Perches a golden crown,
And I’m not afraid
Of my battle scars,
My truth,
I’ll spit it out right now,
Like I’m on “Fire In the Booth”.
You
Broken Memories
The fleeting future in front of me
And the past I have forgot
This labyrinth of my mind keeps me from moving forward
How can I when I don’t remember the day
How can I when my childhood is lost
This broken memory keeps secrets
Only seen through a keyhole
And now I’m in the dark
Women
I come from women.
The women that are hidden and swim in a pool of anger and hurt.
I come from fighters, that pave the way for me, a survivor.
I come from White women, Black women, Asian women, Muslim women.
I come from the silent and the violent.
The weak and the bleak,
The loud and the proud.
Man and Woman
Man and woman
Did we need to speak about people
With a gender?
It is not the question
Like a say a day bigflo
“You are not only boobs and and ass
Stop to listen to thing who insult you”
Yes, things are not only physicals
A girl it is anyone who grow up in a society
A society full of pervers
A society who encourage changes
But who do nothing
So they found strategy
Stay in a group like wolf
Communicate with they own languages like whales
And attack like lioness
And stay jealous and possessive like a magpie
All Blurry
All blurry feelings
Real but inconceivable
We grasp the concept of living
One Goal
All my life I’ve had one goal
To study to learn to be a vet
Whether it came from
Maybe the horses fair
Where I was born
Maybe the dead bird carcass
I saw when I was four
Maybe when my first dog died
Or maybe the gunshots I hear
At least once a week
Maybe when my dog had
When I was ten
Maybe when my rabbits died
On the day of my Christmas test
Maybe when my bird
Won a race in 2014
All my life I’ve had one goal
And nothing will stop me
I Come From
I come from the era of fast info and digitalised lives,
I come from a place few truly know of,
I come from a life of ups and downs and turn arounds,
I come from time and place where everybody knows you’re here
Yet nobody thinks about right and wrong
Sure they speak about pollution and shooting but do they really care,
The answers no because to them it’s not really there
And when it isn’t there you don’t care,
I come from an era with many an issue
But I cannot diss it because there are people who still care for me
And people that I still care for, we all do.
Home
I come from two worlds
Two countries
One is in my heart
The other is what made me ‘me’
Though I can never find a home
Here I am called an immigrant
When I go there they say I’m not from here
They say this is not my home this is not my country
So I don’t even know where I belong at this point
Do I belong here or there
Or even somewhere else
I say
I don’t have to have one home
I can have many
But my home is where my family and friends are
Love!
He said his love for me was real,
He claimed “it is the real deal”.
I always said I didn’t believe that is how he could feel.
But I knew that brunette girl could steal.
She threatened she’d do it,
I didn’t think she would and then just leave.
Labelled as a best friend so I believe.
I Don’t Know
I don’t know the difference between right or wrong
Okay, I do but in my mind, I’m the one who’s wrong
Honestly I feel like I’m shouting, crying even at a wall
Only just to fall
Back in to the mask of self doubt
I adorn a smile when I’m with the people I love
But no one knows the pain behind it
No one knows the anger I feel for my mind
“It’s like a deadly disease” is how to describe it
And yet I don’t know how to fix it
I doesn’t happen over night
But I don’t know if I have enough to fight
Untitled
Boys talk their talk,
Put me and my friends in a box..
But can’t afford to walk the dickhead walk.
Incapable of addressing,
Their so called “views” designed to stir,
When they’re not behind a screen,
Baby boy,
Don’t step in this kitchen,
If you ain’t got no spleen.
I Watch
I watch as they cut their grass,
I watch as they run down the street.
I watch as they eat dinner,
I watch as they flick through channels on the tv.
I watch as they smile,
I watch as they beam.
I watch as they laugh,
I watch as they scream.
I watch myself in the mirror,
I watch a different scene.
A Passion
It’s a passion not a hobby,
Sometimes it can feel slightly foggy,
I try my best, to detest
And fight this feeling in my chest,
Until I realise that I am blessed,
This is a gift that can’t be compressed.
I must fight for what is right.