My Son Had a Panic Attack

Oh, my son
The tears dripping down your ashen face
Falling from deep within, a place
Where childhood dreams turn sour
Where the careless day becomes the anxious hour
And the hallucinations and nightmares come to devour
Your poor mind.

New book – Hitting Hard

My new book, Hitting Hard, is a collection of raw, gritty poetry, written for spoken word, that depicts the realities of my working class world. From Britain’s Breadline Kids, to Skinny Culture, this collection comes from a Northern girl’s poetic heart. But it here: http://mybook.to/hittinghard

Vivaldi

Ode to that bloody awful music you get when you ring the DWP! And the way they compartmentalise our disabled kids! Vivaldi Your timeless beauty sounds so ugly In its incessant, perpetual monotony On the end of this goddamn phone Streamed into had-enough ears As I wait As I wait As I wait My lastContinue reading “Vivaldi”

Cyberbully

Last week my son was accused of cyberbullying because he fought back against a boy who had been mean to him for a few weeks, calling him a dumbass and stupid. My son retaliated for a change and it got him into trouble! It prompted me to write this little poem… Cyberbully I see you,Continue reading “Cyberbully”

Butlins

It’s holiday time, we’re going to Butlins Only fifteen sleeps ‘til our only break From this grimy, shitty council estate This holiday made of fine gold plate It’s going to be great, it’s a break from depressing It’s going to be bloody great! Two little girls in the dodgy hood Council kids but our mannersContinue reading “Butlins”