Poem for Wayne
You were my canary
In the toxic atmosphere of modern racist Britain
Listening to you
I heard your rage
And underneath felt a deep sorrow
You reminded me
Of my struggle to belong
In a world unable
To accept me as I was
I forever shaped myself
Around people’s expectations
Or rather
What I took these to be
Inside the real me
Hid away
So deep
I began to forget who I really was
If it wasn’t for spirituality
I would have lost myself
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1 comment:
that rings for me too:
"If it wasn’t for spirituality
I would have lost myself"
F.
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