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To The Catholic Brexiteer
I am so sorry. Genuinely. From the bottom of my mixed up, mixed race, part white, part polluted heart, I am so, so sorry. I have stolen a white man. Several, actually, and some white women too, I know that they belong to you, but you know us “darkies”, (although, as a mixed person, I’m…
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Springtime For Britain
You nervously call your mother in law’s racism, casual, because she teaches at the local primary, volunteers at the scouts, with your aunt, who still says half caste, no matter how many times you slap her hand, like she is a naughty dog, who did a piss in the kitchen. To you, they are casual,…
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Kneeling In The Garden
Deep under dirt, I grow, audacious, ferocious, fed by rain, you sought to deny me, formally segregated sprinkles. I will grow, and glow, under my moonlight, and bloom, in the morning, to kneel, with all the other flowers, you denied the right to exist, in your garden. Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The…
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Drink It Down
I’m powered by pain, that’s sponsored by Pepsi. I’ll throw a brick, with a brick blood manicure, and my sensible shoes, will suffocate my suffering. I’ll hold your crimes above my head, as I steal your streets, until my arms break, and your tangerine toddler tweets. Lock me up, hose me down, I’m…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 