Poetry Blogs (2020, BLM)
Blessed mother so blessed
To raise a boy so kind so giving
To practice forgiveness always forgiving
Blessed mother we thank you for the blessing you brought us
Praiseworthy son the message he taught us
Rare teenage boy with morals unique
Praiseworthy words Her boy he would speak
He still lives Blessed Mother..His greatness so strong
His Praiseworthy message through God's gentle song
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 9:45 am
Criticized, Plagiarized, Ostracized, … Still, we are Here!
Survivors, Overcomers, … Strength to Persevere!
But we’ll settle with Equality, Transparency and a system that’s Fair!
No More… No longer... We won’t accept despair!
We’re not playing games, and we have no more fear!
We’ll March... We’ll Riot... and We’ll tear down your town’s square!
Black Lives Matter!
Thursday 13th August 2020 6:20 am
May never a Cock in England Crow,
Nor never a Pipe in Scotland Blow,
Nor never a Harp in Ireland Play,
Till Liberty regains Her Sway.
The Skelmanthorpe Flag, West Yorkshire, c. 1819
May all the Choirs in Wales Sing,
and the Liberty Bell in America Ring,
and the Dancers of India stamp their Feet,
till Decolonisation is Complete.
May Caribbean Poets Rhyme,
and Jazz Bands Play in...
Monday 27th July 2020 3:10 pm
I am angry.
I am angry at men, and women
and children and mothers and fathers.
my body is full of unbridled rage, that the ones
I love and care about, sometimes even myself,
can turn a blind eye to the atrocities right in front of us.
Children ripped from their mothers
Young people blinded and beaten for speaking the truth
Men spewing bile, cruelty, poison to hide the
depths of their...
Monday 20th July 2020 2:14 pm
Amputation & Education
Some wounds won’t scab over
As some wounds never heal
They are infected by colonial blades
That hot irons won’t seal
Puss filled abominations
tainted by avarice and greed
you cannot absolve the guilty knife
whilst open wounds still bleed
You say ‘history was not written in pencil,
You cannot rub it out’
It’s not what it was written ...
Tuesday 14th July 2020 12:08 pm
of webs run jagged
collapsing against the face
of what history wrought.
winds stripping flesh:
the immolate cries
at a thousand stakes
freed from the old mortar
churned under one hundred years
by the twisting abuse of saints.
you'll know me
by the raw and torn:
by the salted splines
of feathers shorn
bristling under embers
and by ire
you'll know m...
Sunday 5th July 2020 3:01 pm
Sell Me Something More Than Snake Oil And Lies
They say that pulling down statues
Is rewriting history
As though the sculptors who made them
And not some commissioned artist
Doing what he was told
Sell me something more than snake oil and lies
It is a form of history
Cast in the wealthy viewpoint
From the stance of the privileged
Thursday 11th June 2020 2:21 pm
On your knees
It’s not an instruction
It’s a threat
Because your skin
Are a weapon
So you drop
You drop like Trayvon’s skittles
You drop like Tamir’s BB pellets
You drop like Michael’s cigars
Or you drop dead.
Each breath could be your last
Breathe breathe breathe
I can’t breathe
Please, please, I can’t breath...
Wednesday 10th June 2020 1:09 am
The Truth Of Colour
The colour of humanity
Is not white skin
Or black skin
Not brown skin
Or yellow skin
It is the red blood
Of a beating heart
A blue shield
Is not the colour of humanity
When it takes a life
And all the greys
of muddled opinions
cannot change the truth
that a man could not breathe
because his skin colour
Saturday 6th June 2020 3:53 pm
Calling onto the masses
Whom no amount of classes
Would open their eyes
To the hate and despise
That people of colour receive
And how their hearts grieve
To the endless blood shed
And countless bodies dead
To years of uncalled for attacks
And merciless whacks
To all the foolish, never forget
That you are in great debt
To all the souls you have scarred
And dead bodies you disregard
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 2:54 am