Dear Santa I know I haven’t always been a good girl But please give me a bleedin’ break I don’t ask for much, but every woman has her desires For goodness sake. I run myself ragged, day in, day out Autism mum first and foremost Harassed bitchface, mardy cow There are days when I don’tContinue reading “Letter to Santa”
Here is my live performance of my poems ‘Am I a Poet?’ and ‘Working Tax Credit’, at Away With Words open mic night, November 21st, Off the Road Live Lounge, Hull.
Your hand in my hand Like a reticent child putting on Winter mittens Made of old, weathered parchment. Sitting here Dying here In this soulless intensive care department As the sorrow cries And tears so hot they’re dry And fragile remnants of hope die And like a bird I want to fly Far away FromContinue reading “The Last Moment”
‘Twas the night before Christmas And all round the house The children were freezing The gas had run out They’re huddled in blankets And second hand coats With bad chest infections And painful, sore throats. There is no electric They’ve run out of money They’re scared and they’re frightened They’re crying for mummy. But mummyContinue reading “'Twas the Night Before Christmas 2019”
Britain’s Breadline Kids We are breeding the next generation Of Britain’s breadline kids. Kids who have nothing but low expectations Kids who know no, they know low, they know how low life goes They know they are the empty at the bottom of their piggybank They know they are the broken Barbie with butchered hairContinue reading “Britain's Breadline Kids”