the things you expect me to pay for
asda branded tea
a bottle of red wine
my ancestors shackles
skin lightening cream
your misplaced pride
bananas that are not made for this climate
hopes and dreams
my little brothers weak dab
her heart was as cold as the other side of the pillow
she remembers days when they would spoon as a natural reaction to not being able to stand the thought of being apart
she lay lifeless as her hair was routinely stroked
crying silent tears into the pillow feeling numb
- both of there hearts had become shrapnel-
being on suicide watch for your girlfriend leaves little space for romantic spontaneous love
I love you
I don’t want to be alive anymore
You have so much to offer the world
I have nothing to live for
You are more amazing then you realize
I am worthless
Your worth isn’t measurable by material things
I cant do this anymore
Please don’t give up
They played table tennis with words of encouragement
She walk across the tightrope of being careful not to step into statements that were emotionally manipulative.
She wanted to scream at her,
YOU ARE KILLING ME
I am drowning in your sadness and I don’t know how I can save us both.
But she didn’t.
She stroked her hair, she held her body as it shaked profusely and she kept reminding her not to give up
Broken people levitate to eachother
Their tears mix into a cocktail of systematic oppression and unshakeable sadness
It isn’t in my nature to shrink for men.
I was born from women who don’t spend time in the shadows,
Warriors with finger waves and hooped earrings.
We don’t shrink for men.
Fueled by feminism before we can even spell it out.
The mulitafceted creatures who climbed trees and played with barbies,
Who made up dance routines and played in the dirt.
We are not scared of getting our hands dirty.
We fight on.
Don't talk to me of abuse. I've had a fistful
And I get wishful when I've had a zoot or two.
Im another of your sidechicks
Im neglected im a sidekick
But I'm in Amsterdam with you.
Yes I don’t know how I missed all the signs
And embarrassed at all ive let you put me through
I admit that this is crazy
And my visions getting hazy
I'm in amsterdam with you.
Do you mind if we do not go to the Anne frank house
If we say sod off to sodding tulips,
If we skip the red light district
Do other things (I’m being cryptic )
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.
Don't talk to me of abuse. Let's talk of Amsterdam,
The little bit of Amsterdam in our view.
Theres spiders crawling out the sink
Isnt as artistic as you think
And I'm in Amsterdam with you.
Don't talk to me of abuse. Let's talk of Amsterdam.
I'm in Amsterdam with the slightest thing I do.
I'm in Amsterdam when im happy, when I cry
I'm in Amsterdam when I listen to your lies...
Am I embarrassing you?
I'm in Amsterdam with you.
How to come out to your homophobic 2nd generation caribbean family – don’t.
Sit up straight
Behave ya self
Don’t act up
Don’t embarrass me
Put it down
Put it back
We don’t speak about the emotional abuse that broken people inflict on there children
Babies raising babies
They’ll respect you if you act proper
Be one of the good ones
being well behaved isn’t enough to stop you being killed.
She walks into a room with the strength of all her ancestors who have lived before her
Her energy commands a space
Radiating hope and life
You see she wasn’t like other girls
Not in a patriarchal self hating kind of way but she just wasn’t wired the same as the women around her
She felt vibrations on a deeper level
One of set of energy and her chakras were all out of line
She wasn’t a mistake