Teenage

(based as if a child in the slums
has wrote this in their diary)

23rd July 2016

Why should deprivation be fair?
HUNDREDS of children go without care.
Collecting water with bare feet everyday,
much to their dismay.

Everyday I am alone,
All I wish for is a home.
Why must people be so rude?
It is not my fault that I am half nude.

I walk to get water for hours and hours on end,
all I want is just one special friend.
Sometimes we don’t have enough to eat,
please let me have this special treat.

All I hope for is my family to be fine,
why must this cruel world be so out of line?
Every time I wake up I feel so tired,
I have to go to work or I might get fired.

Everyday our lives are unexpected,
All we want is to be respected.
I have to earn my pay each and every day,
Even that is not enough, please stop this cruel way.

no one understands,
no one is honest,
no one cares,
I cry everyday,
every hour,
minute,
second,
no one understands,
no one is honest,
no one is trustworthy
stay alone,
block out noise,
shut your mouth and don’t make a peep,
only if you want to survive.
no one understands,
no one cares to ask,
no one is worth hard work,
you’re not worth pain.

Around you,
Windrush child,
The luscious warm waters
Wave you goodbye

Behind you,
Windrush child,
The boat’s decks
Tower into the sky

Inside you,
Windrush child,
Your fear spikes high

Above you,
Windrush child,
The clouds drift across the sky’s sapphire tent

Beside you,
Windrush child,
Crowds of people
Over you bent

And
Think of what the land of opportunity is like

Then
Through your troubles,
hike

Even if
your fears spike

Behind you
The aquatic sea
And creamy sand

In front of you,
A monochrome land

The
cloud of sadness
covers you there

As
The British people
Stop and stare

Even though
They think
you’re not aware

Do they think
You don’t care?

These noises are filling my head,
with only pain and agony.
Masking has only become a little game for me,
where you have to pretend to be normal.
But what is normal?
Yeah, I’m different I know that, I experience that.
But ain’t we all?
Whether it’s the inside or outside,
we are all different.

My Autism shows a different part of me,
a part of me that can be bullied and discriminated against.
My Autism means that I don’t get jokes, or sarcasm.
My Autism means that I have strong senses, unlike you,
I find loud noises, bright lights, strong smells; painful.

I know I’m not normal, and that’s fine
because you’re not normal either,
so don’t act like you’re so perfect ’cause you’re not.
You’re weird too, you’re strange too, probably seem outside the box.
I’m inside the box, and that’s fine by me.

Being autistic means that I’m different,
but that’s fine.
Because I know that I’m always gonna see the world differently.

Listen she said, listen
You may be distraught and maybe a bit overwrought
But you need to remember that I’m always here with you,
Whether you’re suffering
bullying, homophobia or even biphobia.
I’m here for you.

Since we reached are teenage years, we’ve been best friends,
standing up for each other, having each other’s back.
Because I’ve loved you since the dawn of time
and I will carrying on loving you for a thousand years
whether you like it or not.

So, for once in your life,
just listen, please
Because I’m always going to be here for you.

Sun tipped with frosty shimmers
morning mist slowly drifts
revealing shadowy glimmers
of light stepping
white flashing
daintily nibbling sparkling blades
of grass.

Stealthy movement, hunched over
tail in the air
creep closer
no sound, muscles bunch
elastic spring!
In the air, on the ground,
mouse squeaks –
the end.

Locked in a house, and the key’s thrown away,
is there a limit to how long I stay?
Can’t go outside, too much radiation.
Guardians in their stations, telling us about damnation.
Pray to the Creator, put sin to a cessation.
But I see a shining duck, ever so bright,
Leading the way out of my plight.

Tell Guardian Rich, he’s fuming and frightened.
His grasp on my arm has tightened.
Tell the Mentors, dragged by the Supervisor
To the metal machine – the soul divisor.

Love comes in the way in the form of a car,
With a person inside – who’s on his dad’s radar.
He comes and embraces me, butterflies in my heart,
Before the Guards drag us apart.

Comes back again with a strange book,
Dusty and black like a rook.
He promises to save me from this hellhole –
Mine and his only goal.

The day comes where he tells me everything –
That my best friend had been mutilated like a plaything.
Other people in other people’s bodies
To create unnatural, horrifying copies.

The Supervisor comes with her whole crew,
And pin me to a seat as though I’m made of tissue.
Guns don’t work. Nothing does. I’m about to turn to
Nothingness when Guardian Rich says he loves me. Breakthrough.
I wake up. Arthur’s dead. A note for me. I am who?

Trenches freezing
Water up to the thighs
People shivering as they die
Rats roaming
Then the dreaded trench foot strikes
Screams through out the night
Shells raining from the heavens above
Foot rotting
Smell revolting
As they hide in the ground like moles
Shrapnel flying through the air
Then it’s over the top
Machine guns tearing flesh
A thousand screams
Mark the end
Yet more men torn to pieces
As they pray
As they beg
Barbed wire tearing arteries
As they frantically charge to their demise
The ground awash with blood and tears
Men destined nether to return
Families torn apart
Friends part ways
A world of cruelty
A world of death
All for a country’s selfish wish
A constant yearning for more
Men pray to live another day
Two people pitted against one another
Deceived by there country’s lies
Driven to hatred by an uncaring government
Used as pawns in the political game of chess

Fingertips bitten by the frost,
Trudging through the snow.
Darkness of the bitter night lost
In the friendly streetlamps’ glow.

The sweet scent of the bakery
Cradles my attention.
The holiday lights uplifted me,
Photographed without hesitation.

Hat and gloves kept me warm
On this silent cobblestone street.
Winter’s the time for snowy storms,
Wearing scarves to suppress my body heat.

Staying cosy in the warmth of my home,
Reading books, quiet and alone.