Fortunate.Fortunate.More Like This
Eat up all your food, even the vegetables.
Do you know how many kids who would die for your plate?
Do not even think you are leaving the table.
At this rate, you can forget about going out with your mates.
But mamma even if I ate all my dinner they will still be starving.
Eating all this food would not change that.
If they were here right now, I would have no problem with halving.
At least then it would feel like I gave back.
Son, you do not understand me.
Do you know how lucky you are to live the life you lead?
To be able to refuse food so candidly.
When these are things that kids in Africa desperately need.
No buts because you have always had it this way,
You do not realise how good you have got it.
You have no idea what it is like to wake up each and every day
In poverty with no possible way to escape from it.
You have no idea what it is like to wake up to no running water,
Living like a pauper with a crying 6 month year old daughter.
You have no idea what it
Hunting of the Job.Hunting of the Job.More Like This
C.V after C.V.
Praying for kind words from referees.
Constant online submissions.
Bolstering my employable ammunition.
Researching and rewording.
Hoping they will label me as deserving.
In order to better my position.
Forcefully financing a high level of optimism.
Application after application.
Attempting to obtain any occupation.
Compromising my preferred industry.
Approaching each interview cynically.
Signing up to multiple age
Food FightDuring lunch today,More Like This
There was a little fight.
Everyone was throwing food,
As if they were in a fright.
There goes the pizza,
The bananas, hot dogs, and rice,
Flying across the room,
Watch out! Here comes ice!
The cafeteria had turned into a warzone,
With food flying around.
The principal had come in,
To investigate the sound.
No one had saw him,
And they continued to fight.
What the principal had saw was unbelievable,
No it wasn’t alright.
Someone threw a cherry pie,
Which landed on his head.
Now you have detention,
And his face is really red.
Accidental Exchanges.Accidental Exchanges.More Like This
There are some things you can only tell a stranger.
Because there are no formal feelings to endanger.
There is no sentimental connection
And therefore no misapprehensions.
The conversation can be left with no remainders.
Accept meNobody wants to be lonelyMore Like This
But, sometimes, we want to be alone.
In peace, with only our thoughts
And poems for company.
Don't get me wrong, I love my friends
But my family has always been here
Since I remember
And the poetry has been here
For even longer
Since the beginning of times
Since my spirit was but a spec of light
So if I ask you to leave me alone
I don't mean to be rude at all
I just want to be myself
That's the way I am.
I hope you can accept it...
Unclassified.Unclassified.More Like This
I am not British nor am I English,
I am a member of the planet earth.
My skin is black making it hard to distinguish
That I do not belong to any specific turf.
Although my passport may say otherwise
And there may be boxes I am forced to tick.
My Continental ties are instrumental in their eyes.
Just like you, I am vulnerable to stones and sticks.
My hair may be curly and my nose may be wide
But my extremities are bound to any communal cemetery.
If you would be willing to compare a picture of our insides.
You will see that our differences are purely elementary.
Yet you are conditioned to see me as incompatible
And this misplaced backhand is something I can understand.
Even though your judgments are far from factual.
Despite our fathers demands, I will still openly shake your hand.
I may wear trainers and you may wear shoes.
You might like rock music and I might prefer rap and reggae.
My team may win today and your team may lose.
But we both will eat, sleep and