Written by Rebecca Kenny “You reap what you sow.”Isn’t that what they say?Isn’t that what you tell them as they’re working away, In the blistering heatIn the pouring of rain,“You reap what you sow” Whilst collecting their grain. “You reap what you sow.”Mother Nature is bareMother Nature is tortured, bones ground and flesh pare. The […]
Written by Shraddhaben Harsh Vyas Respect the nature as it is our pride! Trees, flowers, land, and skyJungle, sea, river, and mountains! Never takes, always bestows. Teach us to spread the love amongTeach us to be kind and good.Don’t let it harm, don’t let it harass!Respect the nature as it is our life.Respect the farmers […]
Written by Marisa Mustafa Winner of the 2021 Middlesex University and Fairtrade Spoken Word Competition
Written by Leonard Simoes
Poison me to find your antidote,Poison me to find the parts of yourself That you broke inside of meWhen you taught me to heal by hurting.Silk words slung by an executioner,A throat roped with pearls, Glistening like wet pimple,Sharper than the blade that cut it,Sharper than the men who slit my lips. Into a Barbie […]
For I shall never smile again to any soul.As my beating flesh has transfigured to darkest coal. Yet I lay pearl whites more gleaming than a pantheon pillar.But what lies underneath is the subtle smirk of a serial killer. I ascend high with the aesthetic of a monarch butterfly.For what else am I ultimately but […]
Fingers swirling like water to a sinkholeHalima touches the swell,Whirlpools darkening at her navel,She waitsAs her husbandTakes his fill,Syruping her fever,Roping her hair into necklaces, knuckled glass, chuckling, a phantompain packing insanity and laughter and windows clear enough to look through.Pause that knock.Ask if this is okay. If this is true.If blood is red.If fire […]
Blank page.No words.Just try. Her words,No meaning,My words,No feeling, Where’s the emotion? Try harder.Knuckle down.Be thoughtful. Fresh words,Too plain,Ambitious words,More pain, You’re trying too hard! Creativity flows.Feel inspired.Be natural. Exciting words:Too cliché,Passionate words:Too risqué, I guess that’s the thing about institutions –They just aren’t creative.
Like forgetting your headphones on a long journey,Like the holes between knitwear,Like water dripping between clenched fingers,Seeping like white t-shirts and bloodied wounds,This flower of red, blooms.And Memory forgets herself.
I guess your beauty was a facade I saw what i wanted not what i needed Blinded by infatuation, led astray by lust I’m ashamed i was so conceited Guilt consumes each bone in my body For i have to take responsibility for the pain caused Every tear shed, how could i do such a […]