Born into the low wage world.
Thatcher rage scratched
upon wretched history pages.
School milk was never nice.
Never a treat. Ice chattering teeth
slurped from this watery teat.
Thin like blood in those veins,
or soured in the suns heat,
before it was snatched away
by her acid reign.
Best days of your life...
Redbrick prison sentence for kids.
Can't spell or tell time. Can't tie laces,
but tied to these places, where they can barely
write their own names, yet were supposed to understand life.
No love, creativity punished, flair just a dwindled flame.
Walk
in assembly line... Eyes down, till the bell sounds.
We will keep you off the streets,
dinner ladies just serving time.
Lunchtime kicks to teeth.
Playtime for those rejoicing fists,
hunger games for us, faces begging not to be hit.
No respite, no place to hide.
Just take the punishments whilst the wardens walk on by.
Internally a different battle cry, A whole new set of fears,
but no answers to why the questions
always seemed to supply more tears.
Holes punched in stacked papers of time,
a world of circles, triangles and squares,
being hammered, prepared for the correct moulds.
I was a misshape, no holes did I fit,
was I a mistake? A freak? Alone I'd sit.
Naive beyond a doubt, but my mind leapt
I could read a room, sense the threat.
Could count ever face, every seat,
see where danger crept.
Would spy escapes before
I'd even fully opened the door.
I knew when to trust and when to run.
only it seemed my feet often asked
for the punishment to come.
I craved the attention of oblivion.
It's hard to accept, when you’re so young
and your brain disconnects.
It's hard to recollect your thoughts
when they have been beaten out of you,
which was probably my goal in truth.
A series of mishaps, Fell into my
own minds traps, clever but mentally frail,
Nothing made sense. Was I Born to fail?
Memories, like handwriting, never joined up,
frustrated memoirs, trying to find the dots.
In this world of haves and have nots.
Collectively scattered, unambiguously abstract,
I did everything to distract from looking at me.
Which made them stare more.
I felt right, the world felt wrong.
perhaps I just never understood the words of the songs.
Thanks for reading
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You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DBKXPN13/
and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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