You said to be freeSo you made me strongYet you keep me under your thumb It’s a heavy thumbIt’s sharp and bumpyAnd it hurts me Like a rose with thornsI’m pushing through People can see my beautiful colour on the outside But you see ugly And shame I try my best to be powerfulTo show theContinue reading “Cultural Mother”
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Together
I grew up in a full household, grandparents, aunties and uncles, cousins, neighbours were forever at ours. It was loud and busy everyday. I was brought up by different hands and cultures and languages. At the time it was fun, it was always a party when people came from Halifax, Huddersfield and London to stayContinue reading “Together”
Just a Kid – (A play – 1st draft)
A street of homes in Bradford
The Streets that lead me (A Play – first Draft)
It is 3.40 PM, Noreen a 12 year old girl is sat on a large rock outside her school, there is noise and commotion of children trying to get on the 3 buses lined up in front of her. A back drop of green hills and semi detached homes catches her eyes. She is waitingContinue reading “The Streets that lead me (A Play – first Draft)”
As the saying goes every little helps..
Amidst a universal pandemic I have found it incredibly hard to help. I have put away the NHS letter asking me I have 90 days to update my training. I am struggling to email or contact them. I am only a bank worker but I have this sense of duty, like I must help out.Continue reading “As the saying goes every little helps..”
In the Time of Pandemic
I had to google the author of this poem. I wish people would do their research before sharing.
Just a thought.
07.10.16 I thought a strange thought – when you marry and have children, have a home and have your own freedom, what happens when the home becomes a house and the people become just people, almost strangers. Can you dream more or do the dreams end? I mean the dreams you have in broad daylight,Continue reading “Just a thought.”
May Day
She was a quiet lady, but enjoyed the war songs and the tea and cake. She was of course well known, possibly not for her personality or character but her name. Sammy came upstairs to the office for some coloured paper, and said May Day is here. I looked at her a little confused andContinue reading “May Day”
Sadness
He stands, feet solid, a man, a boy, boisterous and what seems arrogant, disrespectful. Shouting and causing a scene is so easy when you are boy, if only they saw and knew, felt pain and felt sad. I realised when I met him, not through the scars or the obvious self-inflicted abuse but through theContinue reading “Sadness”
Overcoming PTSD
I have to do this. Releasing my thoughts onto the world like an eagle spreading its wings above a small stone, but at this moment in time my story has a beginning and no end. I am still in the process of understanding my story, my past and present. It haunts me day after dayContinue reading “Overcoming PTSD”
