I am talking to a friend from school across the miles and over t’internet
Continue reading “13”
Upon the Derwent I shall row
Continue reading “Derwent Water”
You sit in stern, and I in bow
Let’s drift away then wave by wave,
Play hide and seek in high and low.
I whisper, things I dare not say,
You blush, you smile, and look away,
Our eyes meet in waves beneath,
And this is how we play, all day.
A cherished childhood spent cocooned in my inward-looking community,
Continue reading “The White Privilege”
Protected me from the indoctrination of a white-privileged history.
But when I stepped into a world where brown was under-represented
My identity…Was molested.
My speech, skin, hair and dress, seemed to cause the white man stress.
And brown was a tan on the white man’s skin,
He’s my dad
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He’s my son
I’m full of energy
I’m all done
There’s food to be had
True that be
I’ll walk it off
It’s Gaviscon for me!
I know broken,
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where insanity nearly takes over,
life of torment & no one to ever hold you.
I know broken ,
when you cry yourself to sleep each night,
when eggshells is your life.
I know broken,
Paper is a good listener
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With an eloquence serene
The scrawling nib that writes
The thoughts of what I mean
What will we wake up to, tomorrow?
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Can the sun bear to shine on a new, fresh sorrow?
Where will be hurting?
Who will be crying?
What breed of hate will make sense of the dying?
I lost my Parkrun newbie badge
Continue reading “The Running Bug”
At Oakwell Hall Parkrun in Birstall
It was the day before my birthday
So I was looking forward to cake