My family’s blood crept up on me,

Images of our lives flooded me.

In a ditch dirty and dead,

Multiple dicapitated human heads

I lift myself out

I suddenly see a huge green man shout.

He’s seeking my blood without a dought.

I feel a metel object on the back of my head

My death is closer than before

It strangles me and I fall to the floor.

Yet I’m in one,

For my life has been redused to nothing to a raicial gore.

Why does it matter?

Why do people care what you look like?

In the words of Michael Jackson, “Doesn’t matter if you’re black or white”

Why do people care so much?

Now people are obsessed with appearance,

The days have gone where people just come out of their houses with no make up on or their basic clothes.

Magazines, newspapers, TV doesn’t help.

They contribute to the madness and the obsession of appearance.

Skinny, fat, tall, short; now words like Anorexic, Obese, Lanky, Midget have replaced them.

How things have changed to how women were suppose to be innocent and clean cut, and how they can wear whatever they want to: low cut tops to thick jumpers

by Winnie Atkins

We were like soldiers,

Schoolchildren,

I can see tears falling like raindrops,

I can see the hairs on my farmer’s arms,

I can hear the gun shouting,

I smell death,

We were like soldiers

Like schoolchildren,

Like mothers in a corner shop queue

We were like soldiers,

Schoolchildren,

I can see tears falling like raindrops,

I can see the hairs on my farmer’s arms,

I can hear the gun shouting,

I smell death;

I taste blood.

What happened? What changed?

to make it so the children can’t go outside

dose itprotect them more from toughts outside dangers

thoughts pervy strangers that lerk beyond the door

no

they have sky tv the broud band

their msn where they get groomed by mad men

and eat and eat till they become obease

is that what it is to be english?

What happened? What changed?

to make up different from you

the child who grew

who 20 years ago played outside

before the x-box and i-pod

and the smothering british mothers that closed th door

 is that what it is to be english?

What happened? what changed?

to make protection smother

to make a worried mother harm more than help

and to let the child sit in front of a tv

see more than they should see on itv

so the protection has turned round, harm has weasled in

spewed from that box on the floor

they hear of the violance and drugs

they see victoms all on the front room floor.

and the protection of the british mothers hand if no more

is this what is england?

what do you think????

The tap drips filling up the glasses

the sun shines in lille my only hope

Giving me faith,the strength to cope.

Dreaming silently of the freedom i could get

they could take it just as swiftly

 as I left 

They can’t send me back

But what if they do

How can I go on living without you

In that world that failed us

they didn’t even care

I loved you but now there’s no one there

Only a memory to get me to you

why can’t they beleive the hell we went through

If they let me in I will live a life for two

each day marvelling at the beautiful morning dew

They stare at me interrogating

My gaze 

Scrutinizing me in all kinds of ways

they look down on me like some dirt on the floor

Oh please please let me in the door

I want a place I can call home.

so i dont have to be all alone

I’m sorry I’m sorry it wasn’t my fault

But who are you to tell me I’m not English, pure as can be

What’s the difference between you and me?

With my heart beating a drum in my chest

I ran and ranto be the best

no matter the effort

no matter the pain

I could never shed the shame

my past set in stone cannot be changed

why cant I have  a future without being blamed.for talking,benefits without giving back

Why should I put up with all of this slack

I came for help but what did I get

Life being judged and I cannot regret

the life that I left for a better place

And now I am shamed by the colour of my face 

We were like soldiers,

Schoolchildren,

I can see tears falling like raindrops,

I can see the hairs on my farmer’s arms,

I can hear the gun shouting,

I smell death,

We were like soldiers

Like schoolchildren,

Like mothers in a corner shop queue

We were like soldiers,

Schoolchildren,

I can see tears falling like raindrops,

I can see the hairs on my farmer’s arms,

I can hear the gun shouting,

I smell death;

I taste blood.

Why does it matter?

Why do people care what you look like?

In the words of Michael Jackson, “Doesn’t matter if you’re black or white”

Why do people care so much?

Now people are obsessed with appearance,

The days have gone where people just come out of their houses with no make up on or their basic clothes.

Magazines, newspapers, TV doesn’t help.

They contribute to the madness and the obsession of appearance.

Skinny, fat, tall, short; now words like Anorexic, Obese, Lanky, Midget have replaced them.

How things have changed to how women were suppose to be innocent and clean cut, and how they can wear whatever they want to: low cut tops to thick jumpers

by Winnie Atkins

We were like soldiers,

Schoolchildren,

I can see tears falling like raindrops,

I can see the hairs on my farmer’s arms,

I can hear the gun shouting,

I smell death,

We were like soldiers

Like schoolchildren,

Like mothers in a corner shop queue

We were like soldiers,

Schoolchildren,

I can see tears falling like raindrops,

I can see the hairs on my farmer’s arms,

I can hear the gun shouting,

I smell death;

I taste blood.

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