Tag: poetry

  • Poetry | Immigrant

    immigrant

     

    I am
    Immigrant
    Fresh off the plane
    A top my mother’s lap in Major’s England
    Roots set down in North London estates
    Promised better than the dustbowl of a Pacific Island upbringing
    Better among suburban middle class
    Blazing through Blair’s education system
    A model minority, paying taxes 
    Oh, she is just like us

    I am not like you
    I am an immigrant
    Forever reaping the benefits of passing
    Barely passing
    Yet somehow, always passing

    A foothold in my heritage
    Uncertain to speak out
    Am I coloured? Or does my light skin betray the confusion I feel?
    Please don’t be fooled by my clipped Queen’s English
    My 20 year strong citizenship is a comfort to you?
    I have a taste for taste for tea and Sunday roast dinners and can eat rice everyday
    It’s ok

    She can stay

    Have I betrayed my fellow immigrant?
    As they precariously sway on boats in Calais
    They are ‘they’
    But again, she can stay
    I am here to work
    To earn for Queen and country
    I know no other country as well as the UK
    Nationalist
    Loyalist
    Loyal to my country
    Be proud of your roots, they say

    They other me from them
    But I am one of them
    I am an immigrant
    I say

    *I wrote this piece way before the results on Thursday’s referendum, but thought it would be a good idea and good timing to post it today in the wake of the Brexit.

    What shakes me most after everything that’s happened more than the economic fallout, more than political unrest, more than the dumb memes and jokes, is the racist and bigoted rhetoric being used against immigrants and people of colour. Trade agreements may take two years, getting a new PM in place may take till October, people are saying ‘Oh it’s all over now, let’s stop banging on about it, but the hatred is here now and it’s louder than ever. It’s being shouted in the streets, written out on placards and whispered behind the backs of hardworking citizens – some of whom have actually been living, working, and paying into this country for decades. People who have come to this country to seek better in what they thought was a tolerant nation already feel unwelcome and are questioning their place in a country they thought they thought they were safe and accepted in. I know. I’ve seen it. I’ve witnessed it first hand.

    You may say this campaign was not targeted at me, to not take it personally.

    Well, to that I say. I am British, but I am also an immigrant. And a damn well proud one at that.

    And if you strike one of us, it’s a blow for us all.

    If you are a UK resident can I urge you sign petitions for a second referendum, to keep lobbying your MPs, march on and keeping fighting intolerance and anti-immigration rhetoric. We can make Britain great again if we stand together against hate.

    Ria

  • Poetry | To the city that stole my heart

    Times Square

    To the city that stole my heart,
    It’s only been a few hours since I left
    Yet it feels like I’ve been away an age
    I’m afraid my memory of you won’t hold for much longer

    To the city that stole my heart,
    As the bright lights fade into the distance I shiver
    I feel cold not surrounded by crowds
    The silence is stifling

    To the city that stole my heart,
    Your looming concrete skylines never fail to steal my breath
    I wax poetic at your beauty at every possible moment to people who don’t care
    Is it possible to feel more at home here than my own bed?

    To the city that stole my heart,
    I know how Holiday felt now, Frank too
    I quietly hum the lyrics to a Billy Joel song
    A piano accompaniment to our love affair

    To the city that stole my heart,
    They’re trying to turn me against you
    I am blinded by optimism, they tell me to move on
    Or face the inevitable heartbreak you will deal out

    To the city that stole my heart,
    Why is it so hard to say goodbye
    I’ve been to hell and back in your arms
    But this is a one way relationship

    To the city that stole my heart
    Keep it

    I never want it back anyway

    Ria

  • Poetry | The Atl-Girls of the music industry

    alt-girls
    *images from top left, clockwise FKA Twigs | Sia | M.I.A. | Janelle Monae | Marina Diamandis | Lynn Gunn | Florence Welch | Zendaya | Halsey | Hayley Kiyoko
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     ɔːlˈtəːnətɪv,ɒl-/
     "Of or relating to activities that depart from or challenge traditional norms."

    They are the girls on the fringes.
    Pioneers.
    Explorers.
    Scientists of the music scene.
    Number #1s to their name but absent from the pages of Vogue
    But buy Interview and Wonderland if you want to steal a glimpse of them as they drape themselves in multicoloured hues and ink intricate tattoos on their skin
    Their songs are wistful
    Sad anthems of burning and passionate desire
    Cynical and angry screams
    They let out battle cries for their sisters
    But they’ll sing loudly with their tongue set firmly in their cheeks.
    They perch themselves outside of gender binaries, sexualities, and the mainstream ideals
    Not because they don’t want to fit in. They yearn to fit it deep down.
    They choose to be there.
    They choose to bare their souls on the stage.
    They choose to vocalise the hurt and pain and torment others are too cowardly to bellow
    Individuals and outcasts right down to their core but collectively they’re a force to be reckoned with
    10 times fiercer than Taylor, Katy and Gaga put together.
    Less polished than Beyonce with Rihanna’s dirty mouth.
    They wipe the floor with the bad blood spilt by the tears of Hollywood starlets
    They kiss away the fears of young hearts as they prance around dark neighbourhood bars in their fishnet tights.
    The alt girls of the music scene are beautiful.
    Dangerous.
    Wanderers. Modern day philosophers.
    Lost girls of the 21st Century.
    Beware.
    But dare to stare a little longer.

    R.xoxo

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    p.s. dipping my toe in my own form of poetry ahead of National Poetry Day tomorrow! Let me know what you thought of this :)