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London's burning
No one was more Croydon than me.
Born in Mayday maternity wing, lived East, West and South, teen years running my mouth and proud of my hometown.
Like wise my babies eyes watching life in my ends, but the time slipping by find it harder to pretend that what we were seeing made sense.
On the school run, man, head under a towel, it's 8 in the morning, smoking crack. Asked someone to move so I could get the buggy through and was replied with "do you want to get stabbed".
First night out after having my eldest, on my doorstep I was attacked.
And the rose on the glass can only so long last before it shatters with the harshest of facts.
At that, a decision made quick.
My girl near the end of year 6.
And I could not bear the thought to witness
Or hear somethings happened to her.
I can't stop thinking of Eliyanna.
How brave she was but I'm full of anger.
The unfairness, the loss, the senseless violence
Andrew Tate mindset, how common knife crime is,
And I could blame it all on coming from my ends,
But if I did then I'd be a liar.
Most of London seems to now be on fire.
Born in Mayday maternity wing, lived East, West and South, teen years running my mouth and proud of my hometown.
Like wise my babies eyes watching life in my ends, but the time slipping by find it harder to pretend that what we were seeing made sense.
On the school run, man, head under a towel, it's 8 in the morning, smoking crack. Asked someone to move so I could get the buggy through and was replied with "do you want to get stabbed".
First night out after having my eldest, on my doorstep I was attacked.
And the rose on the glass can only so long last before it shatters with the harshest of facts.
At that, a decision made quick.
My girl near the end of year 6.
And I could not bear the thought to witness
Or hear somethings happened to her.
I can't stop thinking of Eliyanna.
How brave she was but I'm full of anger.
The unfairness, the loss, the senseless violence
Andrew Tate mindset, how common knife crime is,
And I could blame it all on coming from my ends,
But if I did then I'd be a liar.
Most of London seems to now be on fire.
Published 1st Nov 2023
Author's Note
It is a pitiful offering of a poem that I wrote weeks ago, a 15 year old girl died where I live, protecting her friend. Her story is still significant amongst the loss of life we are witnessing every day, though diminished by the sheer number of innocent people dying. I'm not one to pray but if it would make a difference I would.
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1st Nov 2023 6:05am
Dear L,
Amazing observation, homage and rightful anger. Your poem is a poignant reminder of all the injustice in the world. I feel terrible I have nothing to say that will assuage this odious situation. You shedding light on this young girls bravery is a tribute not to be overlooked. H🌷
Amazing observation, homage and rightful anger. Your poem is a poignant reminder of all the injustice in the world. I feel terrible I have nothing to say that will assuage this odious situation. You shedding light on this young girls bravery is a tribute not to be overlooked. H🌷
2nd Nov 2023 11:55am
Very intense and sadly relatable. We Americans have a narrow perspective on life and self worth as well. Thank you for sharing this poem!!!
20th Mar 2024 11:28pm
Hello Loulou,
Reality is a beast that no one can control. Stay one step ahead and vigilant to all. The poem & spoken word is raw & powerful. You did a magnificent job. Greetings from NY.
Keith
Reality is a beast that no one can control. Stay one step ahead and vigilant to all. The poem & spoken word is raw & powerful. You did a magnificent job. Greetings from NY.
Keith
