Tea at Mine

  • Cultural Mother

    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 the…

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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 stay…

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  • 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 waiting…

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  • 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,…

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  • 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 and…

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