Biography

Born and raised in Manchester, pretty much straight away as a child I realised that television was a load of chocolate covered crap... with the exception of Thundercats and the 1970's version of Batman.
So I escaped every now and then into my leaf-green little world of writing stories and poetry. The passion for it never really left me, or I never really left it?

I have only recently began performing my work in public, although i've been writing for years.

My collection of poetry reminds me of a car-boot sale... I don't know why? It just does.

Samples

Fuck The B.N.P.

I am British
yeah Me
though probably
and strongly disagreed
by the BNP.

Cause when they look at me
and see
the tightly curled hair
the thickly formed lips
the chocholate coloured skin that I am in.

They will say...
"She's not British".

But! I talk with an accent
unlike my mothers
I say shit like,
"Ya wat" and "Safe"
just like mi sisters and brothers.

But when I say i'm British some dickheads disagree
and say...
"Nar Love, your just 5.2 percent of the ethnic minority".

It's not that I am not proud of my beautiful Carribbean roots
I mean I love my people
my culture
the music and the fruits...
But I Am British!
I support British teams,
I mean as a teen standing on the pitch at Ainfield was one of my dreams.
Though i'm not a fan of your queen.
I'm not a Brit to that extreme
I'm not keen on the whole regime and
I don't get your love for tea...
But I Am British!

I was taught in three British schools
I abide by British rules
I grew up loving soul and reggae
but
I think Oasis and Coldplay are cool.

I was there
through Thatcher, Major and Blair
Throughout the IRA bomb scares
Felt my house shake when they hit town and brought Manchester down!

But yet!
They force me to tick that box
Which I think's a disgrace!
What have my office typing skills got to do with my fucking race?

But isn't it obvious?
Look at my face.
But what you get is what you see.

So FUCK the B.N.P.
Cause i'm British,
yeah me.





Mr Wood

Me and Mr Wood,
Got a good thing going on!
He's my new companion,
Who never does me wrong.

Mr Wood lives with me,
We've been together just six weeks.
He sleeps on the panties in my drawer,
and plays between my sheets.

Mr Wood and Me,
Got a great thing yes we do!
As long as his battery's charged
Laying on my back is all I do.

Mr Wood's always long and ready
He's so durable and strong.
He never, ever leave cum stains
Mr Wood's forever, he's lifelong!





I Have Moved On

I gave up precious days
loving you. Precious hours making love to you.
Yeah even precious saliva wasted on sucking you.
Now I cant believe your sitting there,
not laying here,
not in my arms
making me feel. Like you said you would.
The definition of bullshit. Is you,
you cant spell truth,
honesty blinds you,
never thought you would. You're no good.
It's been another year of me holding onto
lies, memories, lies lies, memories lies.
But a new year is here. Im seeing through clear eyes.
My own.
My world, my year.
There are times. When your lies
perice through me,
right in deep. keep me from sleep,
But what the hell!
I belivee shit always happens for a reason
even if it's to me,
I see it as a story to tell. Or maybe a poem to write.
But then I look at your life and feel,
a little pitty
you silly,
confused,
down and out
man. Dammn.
You gave me up on the basis of
what?
You're troubled,
messed up,
I used to give a fuck!
I hope she's worth it. But from what you say she's not.
But not my problem.
Look what I got!
Who's missing out?
Who's missing?
Me?
No! I've moved on
you're still where you used to be.

Life can be funny.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

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