Since my late teens, I’ve read widely motivated by people who seemed to know everything. The list of people who inspired me and forced me to question everything I knew includes rappers and authors, but the most authoritative figure in my literary adventure is beyond doubt, the incredible Stephan Fry.
So, this year I’ve posted 68 poems, which is more than expected looking back considering I post them under the category Poem of the Week. However, when I first started blogging, I posted far more poetry than any other content. Now, I like to talk about writing, specifically my writing.
Let me be your approval
You’re not what they’d call normal
But they’re not perfect
The distribution of flaws isn’t equal
I’d kill anyone Who treats you the way I’ve done For what I’d call a man You’d call a fool and a sham But you placed your hand in mine Proud of the man you stood behind The more you built me up The more I put you down The
All I hear is somebody died So naturally, as if it’s a part of life Well, last night, she lost her fight Cancer wins as another family cries As you live by, die by the knife Inner-city prosperity with a violent side Streets stained with teenage lives Blood pours
Anything goes in this place Where poisonous dreams linger And the antidotes conformity A prisoner’s mind is short And full of ambitious rejection Hoping to savour the air outside It’s a bench made of familiar faces Judging us on our criminality As the sentence replaces innocence Mothers
I wrote this piece a few years back and the sad truth is I still haven’t answered this question. Enjoy the poem.
We’re all human and we’ve all had a battles. None of us should have to feel alone. Together, there is nothing we can’t overcome. Enjoy the poem.
I love writing, the freedom it encompasses
an outlet for anger, the emotions it manages
the depression it overcomes, the smile it provides
the priceless gift, as the anguish subsides