Catcalling
Whistling, Hollering
While your walking,
Feeling Scared,
Those dark-eyed stares,
under gaze of the blinding sun,
in the cruel cold night,
look back, look left,
look back, look right.
The Sealing Armour of Masculinity
The unsaid vow of silence.
To never open up, and must resort to violence
An impenetrable armour for a feeble ember of
empathy to keep it sealed so that,
The steel of toxic masculinity forged by smiths of unstable egos.
Fragments of a Dying Star
I always thought, it would be so funny to just
say it randomly. I had thought about it so much.
For i had lost my identity for so long
She had led me from a hatred warrant
between fragments of dying stars
they had so many to choose from.
The Man
Threw a few fists
Hurt my wrists
Fell over
Gave him a sholder
Got the free
Stuck it over
Then I hopped in
to my Dad’s
Range Rover.
Get Over It
Just get over it,
It’s not that deep,
You’re so dramatic.
It’s just a joke,
But no one’s laughing.
It’s just you,
Someone who will never walk in my shoes.
So while you keep making comments about a story you haven’t read,
I’ll lie awake thinking about it all night in bed.
The Great Pretender
Often I find myself pretending,
and feeling that empty feeling that comes with it.
I always have for as long as I remember.
pretending to like things, to dislike things, to feel things.
all while ignoring those experiences that make me feel whole.
it got to the point where I started to believe I was empty, and felt useless because of it.
but now I am starting to know better.
I don’t want to pretend anymore.
Who I Am
Big boxes, piled high
All my classmates gather to say goodbye.
Not sure where to say I’m from
London, Ireland or Hong Kong?
A little bit of trauma, not sure from where
But when we found my grandad, it was a scare.
So new school, new friends
The cycle never ends…
Soon music became a crutch,
an escape from the world.
But I still wished I could be
like all the other girls.
Who had childhood mates
and never had to worry
About who their best friend was
Or their partner or buddy.
But as I get older, I realise
how to ignore all the prying eyes,
When I say I was born in London, lived in Hong Kong
Because I know my family’s home waiting for me,
with the kettle on.
Bloom
I can see the flowers bloom
The birds chirp
a single dandelion, cracking through the cement
its colours hidden in the darkness of this alley
my footsteps echo, but there is a noise
another pair, am I alone?
the flower so fragile, torn beneath my feet
It gets louder, I run
Run until the sunlight hits my face
the birds chirp and a field of dandelions shines its colours into the sky.
In the life i have lived
and the time i have spent on this earth.
i have learned to cherish the little things.
Men trying to act like theyre bigger things.
When really on the inside theyre just little things.
Many men think being hard is what is important
but its really whats on the inside that counts.
In all my experience
I can say with no doubt.
that i have learned to show my vulnerability
which shows the good in me.
Challenges
From the moment I was born challenges confronted me.
Parents weren’t around and foster care was a home for me.
Meanwhile drugs and violence occured in my family.
Eight siblings arounf that I thought I’d never see.
Rest in peace to my mum and my brother aswell.
Just know I love you and I’m wishing you well.
Now I’m sixteen with a home and parents that are there for me.
I just wish my brother and mother we’re here too see.
Beauty the Beast
The beauty standards are unreachable,
not enough money to change,
they say your too emotional
but they have never looked into your brain
you try to change for the male gaze
but not for yourself.
You hide away in makeup
but they never care what you have to say
you’ll never be the perfect stereotype
but you can always be true to yourself.
And not let men take over your mind.
Beyond the Binary
Boys see girls sharing their emotions,
supporting each other,
giving each other a shoulder to cry on,
they want that too.
Girls see boys
getting along with each other
with no effort at all,
having no drama,
not holding grudges,
they want that too.
Surrounded
Conflict and fear surrounded me because i let them
the vision of improvement i let become a memory
but to see others suffer is simply to sading
the strain that it puts on my souls is to taxing
i refuse to change this however
i would rather suffer ten times the pain
then make people feel like they don’t matter
i hope however to rust away this chain.
Becoming
At sixteen I’m running drills on the field and in my head,
Trying to keep my balance while the world keeps changing pace.
School bells ring like reminders that life won’t wait,
Topics and tests stacking faster than my heartbeat in a race.
Work shifts teach me the price of time—how minutes feel earned and what money means to me,
How tired hands still reach for something bigger than the day.
Life isn’t just sport or school or work—it’s the space between,
hanging with friends and family that’s the times that count,
The breath I catch, the step I take, the man I’m still becoming on the way.
Parental love Vs. Parental pressure
I love you, goodnight, sleep well tonight.
The love they show can help us grow.
The need to succeed is for me to be freed.
Its for your own good they say!
Try harder
Study more
Work for longer.
Their expectations hang over me like a branch ready to snap.
Just do your very best, the famous last words that cause the most stress
A sky and its storm.
Dream
I had a dream last night
it was about the fight
it was costly and physical
but I guess that’s typical
of the obscenities that were lyrical
at this time I’m making it rhyme
but when I leave don’t forget to mention
that I might get a detention.
Messed Up
The world is all messed up
home the wrong place
everybody respect you
’til you show your real face
but there’s more than one side
people are like your case
the only way to find them
is to show your real face.
In the life I’ve lived
and the time I’ve spent
I’ve seen some lads act like they were raised with repent
You’re not hard, rude boy, you’re a fraud, you’re pretend.
Act like a soldier, but never touched weaponry
You think it’s cool to turn friends into enemies
Wasting all of that precious time and energy
So let’s separate each other, be different from them all,
Because we should all be different on this small, spinning ball.
Too much stress
girls are so much less,
‘your room is such a mess’,
school,
tests,
a want for rest,
sports and more,
friends and there lore,
just a break ,
all i need,
someone there to help me breathe,
a chance to stop and think of me,
as they say ‘confidences is key’.
Perfect
Everyday,
Everywhere,
We have to be perfect,
we need to be perfect,
No matter how we feel
or what we are going through.
I woke one day
everyone was away
I got hit on the pitch
Had to get a stitch
we won the match
but i had to get a patch
so everything ended ok.
Rinse Repeat
To repeat each day is to end each night the same,
every day is different no matter what you say,
sure its boring or lame,
but its different day.
Tapas
I am from Spain,
where the weather is great
and there is no pain,
because the food is also the best.
New
New school, new friends.
New house, new bed.
New worries, new fears,
New rules, new peers.
New sport, new tools.
New kitchen, new school.