They used to call me a four eyed cow,
But I told them I had two,
You know the rest of that rhyme,
But I've got more to tell you,

I had to wear a calliper,
My god I got called then,
Peg leg, four eyed cow,
Over again and again,

I suppose you feel some pity for me,
Well I tell you it got bad,
In a wheelchair for over a year,
Not the best time I had,

Bullies best target way back then,
I could not run away,
They kicked my legs and laughed at me,
I hear them, still, today,

I would get called names very bad,
Got hit and pushed away,
I only wanted to make friends,
Friends with whom ide play,

My father sat with me one night,
As i cried with shame,
He told me not to feel that way,
For I was not to blame,

He told me in a caring way,
They didn't have love like me,
And that is why they called me names,
And I began to see,

My dad had took away my pain,
And i felt sorrow for them all,
He asked me to say hello to them,
When they next came to call,

I did this with a fear and dread,
And quite to my surprise,
They asked me what had happened to me,
And tears they filled my eyes,

After a long conversation,
They asked to make amends,
Apologized for the words they said,
We soon become good friends.

Sometimes someone who hurts you is only looking for kindness and love.

He is a someone that life forgot,
He likes a joke and we laugh,
Not at him but with him,
He lives in his own little world,
Not where "normal" people live,
He talks to his shadow,
I like his conversation,
He buys Two glasses of coco cola,
And smokes one cigarette in the back,
He shuffles his feet and dribbles,
He adjusts his braces,
He shows us his watch, but cannot tell the time,
Sometimes you catch him crying,
He looks away, as if he is ashamed to cry,
My heart cries with him,
He laughs out loud at something I cannot see, or hear,
His squeaky shoes take him to his seat,
He is grateful of a sandwich from the boss,
We are his friends and he calls us "mate",
To you he is a no one,
To others he is nuisance,
To some he is scary,
To me and those who know him,
He is Albert,
And he is our friend.

The Mirror



I see her every day,

Same hair, same stare,

She looks sad and mad and bad,

She closes her eyes and wishes,

She wishes and wishes,

No wishes come true,

But………. they could do,

Hopes that last a moment are gone,

Dreams are there, they surround her,

They linger in the air, waiting for her stare,

To see it, to take it, make it or break it,

She does nothing, nothing, nothing,

But stare at her page less book,

She is stuck, in a nook, an empty look,

It is her own assassination,

Her own abomination,

That she sees,

I see her every day,

Same hair, same stare,

I see her every day,

When I look in the mirror.

There is no place for the two sided face of racism,
Were one kind, human kind, and I don't mind, I take as I find,
Don't go on postcode, or selfie pic upload, or the vehicle you rode,
It's personality, your charity, what my mind sees as clarity,
That you have a heart, and you want to be a part, of this world, it's a start,
And we got to start somewhere, why not here, let it be clear, there's nothing to fear,
We can be one, were not alone, don't feel outdone, by a someone,
Were unique, we all stand on our own peak, we are not weak,
Take my hand, my fellow man, together we can,
Be free, at liberty, have one family tree, but most of all be happy,
We can rejoice in our choice,
We can be glad we had, coz were not all bad.

Political, rhetorical, it's all a load of *******'s Bill,
They don't give one rats ***, about all of us the working class,
As soon as they land at parliament gate,
For many of us it's far to late,
Policies here, promises there, they don't care, when they sit in that chair,
It's not about race, colour of face, if your dumb if your brainy, if you ran the race,
They just don't care!!!!
They forget where they come from, forget all their roots, to busy filling their own ****** boots,
Well I've had enough, this girl from the rough, I want a fight, to fight for real stuff,
When do we act, set a pact, shout and react,
Individually were small, but together, Well we're tall,
Is revolution the solution to all of their pollution?
I don't know, I just don't know, where we go from here, but I will not fear,
The only true solution,
REVOLUTION.

Fed up of all this political ****,
What's done is done,
Get over it,

Fed up of all the racist hate,
What will be will be,
Is it to late?

Fed up of fighting a rich mans war,
Were not hand in hand,
As before,

Fed up of struggling to live without frills,
Breaking my back,
To pay the bills,

Fed up of Facebook and perfect people,
I have my own church,
Full of my people,

Fed up of Governments doing wrong,
If only we sung,
The same old song,

Fed up of it all, fed up of it still,
I wish it could be different,
One day it will.

I'm poor, for sure,
I've been on the floor,
I've not answered the bailiffs knock on me door,
I'm class, not brass,
I break my ***,
I ignore the taps on me window glass,
I'm not claiming, but I'm blaming,
The governments failing,
I've got a job,
A few bob,
But it doesn't put food in me gob,
No frills, just bills,
Poverty KILLS,
I heed to greed,
It's just food that I need,
No security for the majority,
Unless you win the lottery,
In a boat that's just afloat,
As the rope gets tighter around our throat,
Where's the justice, for the helpless,
From the rulers who are selfish,
What's it for, it's not life, its war,
Coz were all poor,
Not answering our door,
We've all been on the floor,
But no more, no more..... no more.