A match is struck
A fire returns
Flames have ignited
and burns within.
The colour of our skin
Cannot be changed
Chosen, selected or exchanged.
We’re more than this ■
But a movement of lasting change
Layers of history, outrage, prejudice
Rages along our veins.
Outwards we may look different
But inside, our blood all runs the same.
The air is bristling
Simmer with fear
Injustice, pain unnecessarily unfair
History spools an ongoing story
Repeating itself in a sorry affair.
This running current needs to end
Privilege put in its place.
Don’t choke on words
enabling silence to vindicate
But educate, learn, write that email to Boris,
Make them show face.
I will rise and stand in solidarity
Make my voice heard
Our weapon of truth
No more swallowing sentiment
No more silence. No more suffocation.
No more. Let’s be the change we want to see – now.
Stitching words into poetry to see the world through a different lens with the hope that my writing can empower others and help shine a light on issues close to heart.