#EnglishWriters
We Black men of England Too proud to cry for shame, Let’s cry a sea Cry publicly, Expose our very pain,
Take some Picts, Celts and Silur… And let them settle, Then overrun them with Roman conq… Remove the Romans after approxima… Add lots of Norman French to some
Your house is Falling down Around Your Feet,
My ears are battered and burned an… i have just learned that i have be… listening to the wrong radio stati… My mind has been brutalised now th… I’ve been listening to the wrong r…
I waz walking down Wyefront stree… When me trousers ran away, I waz feeling incomplete But still me trousers would not st… When I found where they had gone
Dis poetry is like a riddim dat dr… De tongue fires a riddim dat shoot… Dis poetry is designed fe rantin Dance hall style, big mouth chanti… Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
At the bottom of my garden There’s a hedgehog and a frog And a lot of creepy—crawlies Living underneath a log, There’s a baby daddy long legs
I waz whitemailed By a white witch, Wid white magic An white lies, Branded by a white sheep
When I see you I know life was ma… When I see you I don’t wanna die When I don’t see you, I sleep and… It’s the truth I am telling you,… Sometime I think I cant survive w…
We know who the killers are, We have watched them strut before… As proud as sick Mussolinis’, We have watched them strut before… Compassionless and arrogant,
Smart big awards and prize money Is killing off black poetry It’s not censors or dictators that… The lure of meeting royalty And touching high society
I come from a musical place Where they shoot me for my song And my brother has been tortured By my brother in my land. I come from a beautiful place
I used to think nurses Were women, I used to think police Were men, I used to think poets
I am a veggie table A table made of veg, There’s so much fruit upon me All living on the edge, Life is hard
Mirror mirror on the wall Could you please return our ball Our football went through your cra… You have two now Give one back.