I was born rich The top of the globe with a small straight nose Gazing into the looking glass Girls that can’t ever be better than pretty Capitalism steams on Like a freight train Chugging, mugging Snap click Work, twerk Funny, beauty Clever, sexy Kind … of a provocateur A reliable product doesn’t change Grow-up, out, round Silhouetting a … Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry
Mother
You are my mother Living room dancing Sloppy kissing Laughing, smiling Mother I know you Although you may not know me right now But I know your smile is the sweetest Beautiful to my eyes I cry when I see you Because we cannot talk There are so many things I want to … Continue reading
It’s Not Cool Being Cool
School was awkward wasn’t it? You didn’t fit in But no one fitted in Go and find yourself Wipe the board clean You’re good looking now The age of an adult Fresh, brand new You’ve read the book from front to back Always knew how to pass Copying with precision the steps you … Continue reading
Spiders
Spindly legs, Twisted into high heels. Back bent in retort To the other in uniform A mask from a pharmacists showroom Insert, pluck, stick, brush. Bright lights of the bathroom Alter their appearance Flies swarm in the entrance Attracted by the bright light Perfume/latrine grabs the air Sticks in your throat … Continue reading
London
Alive My Eyes are wide open Opinions intelligently spoken Bright lights City sights Egar bustle of the crowd, Diversity is loud, Vibrant passion Diverse fashion This culture is my future, Fits like surgical suture, Free young, Life begun So alive I’ve been waiting so long to arrive How could you? You’ve become like the … Continue reading
Kiss on the end of a Text
I’ll always put a kiss after what I’ve gotta say, Although I know it’s not gonna make you stay, It’s honest though it’s corny I’m not trying to make you horny I’m just saying it like it is After that I’ll give you a kiss So I’ll just be all nice and dependable As the … Continue reading
Microwave meals and reality TV
My shoes are waiting outside, Too muddy to join me Not much changes round here, Your dad, your sister and your old dear. Furniture pointing at the box, Sitting in the same seat every night Living room so tidy and neat Looking around your families complete Put in the microwave the plastic box … Continue reading