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First Draft Poems
At Work At Play 1st draft
You watch me work
You watch me play
And all of this with such, dismay.
I feel your eyes upon my back
Your eyes begin to peel me back,
Down to you and your sorrowful mind
"WOMAN" YOU SCREECH
And just like that we are in a bind.
Bound by anger, shock, idiocy,
Loud music, breath and then the smell of booze.
I turn to you, man i do not know,
Examining that is not how to catch a Dove,
With a bow.
"DON'T CALL ME WOMAN" I screech back. "I WON'T SERVE YOU A PINT, TILL
YOU TAKE IT BACK."
It's rude and it's mean.
I dare say completely obscene.
To talk to me the way you like
and pretend that i won't bite.
Some time has passed, something has changed.
Seemingly the beast, once man, looks struck. In Pain?
I think not.
He pulls himself together, fumbles in his feelings.
Slumped back on the bar, leather jacket in toe,
Looks at me again, with an innocence i did not know.
"All i do is call woman to the women that i know..”
It’s too hard for me to think,
Of such terms, when to me,
You’re just a young minx.
He held his broad shoulders
Then sank a little lower,
With a light bought of stealth
He pauses once more, slower.
“I’m sorry I mean to say”
I’d still very much like my cider.
Should you please hear my dismay,
I can’t take a no from they.
Girl touched, Boy touched 1st draft
I know you were very drunk,
Not like any kind of monk.
Although you reached in the most forbidden of places.
Up and over, totally out of your own will.
I’m a girl,
He was probably a young boy,
You touched us both.
You felt me hard,
You squeezed so untenderly,
It really left us with a scar.
But you were out there,
In the openness of the bar.
That little boy and monk
probably hadn’t travelled so far.
So, you see, I can’t help but think
That everything you say must stink.
Your lying to us too, both him and I.
Can’t you just help us?
Won’t you both stop your lies?
And strange premature affections with your eyes.
Won't you just drink your pint. Or read your holy book.
Get on with it for god’s sake.
Be gone, swift and in a jiff.
You have our word, our silenced youth.
Till now. In heaven upon earth,
I took a new vow. No time again will touch me
Or even come close.
Don’t be relying on me to be your scape goat.
Caribbean Blood Draft 1
I can only represent myself to you, by the colour I was born.
But I shall not be blind, or twist my mind into some unkind
Unthoughtful state by which I shall abide.
No choice, but fateful conceiving between my father and birth mother
I now find myself sharing this time.
Here we are 2020 is gain way,
full steam, Covid-19 killing inbetween.
Taking all our lives with no racist divide.
Although it does seem that more blacks and browns and people inbetween
seem to just be dropping dead.
with imitate effect and a halt to their dreams.
We read names, post about pandemic situations,
But now I see that your cause,
is no bigger than mine,
when we are all but human see.
These poor souls just keep mounting, mounting, mounting,
more earth the diggers will eventually siege.
To build that new office, gym or canteen,
Someone thought we would need.
Where history is concerned,
we know it’s been criminal
which does not make our new problems any more minimal.
Staining most of history with the cold blood of innocence.
Don’t try and hide behind your new purchased summer sarong.
From many long nose bigots have, lied to us, for much too long.
Although we do have many successes, rightful accomplishments
for our people’s people,
Although there are some digresses, In many different places,
Now we should look at our incarcerated spaces,
Human rights for all.
We have protested our oath and shared our falls.
Now in confidence I urge you to walk these streets,
Our mothers and sisters did fight for their beliefs.
But now the missing lives,
do buzz like flies
and cold blood of innocence, runs to the small oceanic golf.
It’s time now to pray, for all to hear, far and wide.
To the stretches of my fingertips,
I do hope my friends can hear.
Do not be in fear,
But do hear my love and tenderness
Being sent to you dear.
Now breathe a long deep inhaled breath,
For someone else but yourself,
For our mothers, sisters and those you
just put aside upon a shelf.
It’s about more than just yourself.
May 27th and another black man has died
To white supremacy and huge national divide.
Does all our blood, that runs, not run the same way?
My breathe is still constant, it is our only fuel.
His blood will flow,
into the bellow,
But you should know,
Not all this hatred is meant to be.
Please don’t choose an enemy,
Instead cultivate your energy.
Dedication to your breath is the place to be.
Why can’t you see? Just say you, me, us, together,
There will be no forgetting, but forgiveness there will be.
How brave she is, don’t you see?
Stop now and try to fathom within the,
The moment when the little beat stops,
A dead body swept on the rocks,
For the whole world to see.
Sorry won’t be cutting it this time,
My mind is stronger than my spine,
You can’t force your hate into to me,
And twist and writhe until I plead.
I won’t. I don’t. I will never be like you,
until you learn to love someone else other than you.
Learn to love against all skin bound preconceptions
Because that’s just what really fucks us up.
That’s why you say “you're pretty fit, considering you’re a black bitch”
That why you think I should be,
whatever you concoct of me.
I’m not your puppet,
But don’t fear me now,
you’re just a silly muppet.
Black and beautiful lives will live on.
Red fire is the ultimate desire,
Don’t forget to love more than just me,
Carpe diem.