I’ve grown from the past

I’ve grown from the past

So every time I look into the glass

I see myself, funny how when I need

Help I’ve got none but myself.

Love my girl to the point where I’d risk my health

But it’s ok – I never stood a chance

Dance with the devil and I never should’ve danced.

16 year old black boy with braces

Who won’t ever be defined by these racists

How could you hate me for being me?

14 years old I saw myself with no future

So I decided to stop acting and take my mask off.

Time passed on and I realised all the fake people

Around still had their masks on.

I struggled to speak my mind, but

I wanted us to start getting along.

I wanted God to break me from these chains

And crush all these devilish bonds

But I’m not James.

Imagine a beautiful girl who could take you to hell

Just for lusting after her.

I call that a Jezebel but you should know me well

I don’t plan on it but

I already know I’ve taken my L.

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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