It has to be me - the only anti-depressant -
grinding gratitude journals into routines...
For all those men
Who think they can tell women...
Look around
tell me what you see...
Everyone is in a race,
to find their place...
A white knee
Clamps down on a black neck...
Once there was a kind little boy,
Who grew to be adolescent...
Fire fighting my friends more protest no peace
Baby’s catching blue rubber bullets in their...
Waking in our offices;
sleeping in our workplaces...
I do not believe in LGBTQI.
Either you are male or female...
The world is full of many souls,
where most have a pair of eyes...
When they come
They will mock and boast...
I jog to the newsagents
around the corner from our...