Seigfried Co X Lush BLM Brighton Protest Poetry Reading Performed @ Brighton’s Lush & IG LIVE

Jade Mantra

(This is something I wrote when I felt down and I felt lost within myself. This is my mantra I use to re-centre my soul. I hope you like it and it speaks to you like it did when I wrote it.)

Don’t pull people down
Elevate yourself
Love yourself through your own eyes
Not by the envy of others.
Do everything with intention
And do so only to satisfy what good you need, not
what you think you deserve.
Don’t perpetuate dark imaginings
Smile with your heart
Be honest with yourself.

Gauche

A prompted poem:

Push the door when it says pull.
Miss your foot on the last step.
Wave hello to a stranger.
Forget to laugh at a joke,
Cough at the first of a cigarette toke.

Fall asleep at your first party.
Face warped with ink.
Crusted white nose.
The smallest secret headlines now,
Unfair friends that still hang around.

Cut cheap labels.
Kookai bags and black Nike trainers.
Straightened hair, cut in bangs.
Skinny school trousers,
And the field fights hold power.

Minds think quick.
Words throw fast.
Feelings dismissed.
Emotional turmoil we wait for its oust,
For five years here we brew in this gauche.

 

Am I still who you want me to be?

I like fried plantain
But I don’t like boiled green banana
I don’t like ackee
But I like it with saltfish
I’m not fond of Jamaican dessert
But I like chewing on sugar cane
I don’t like sweet potato in stew
But I do like the chicken feet
I like Bob Marley and Born Jamericans
But I don’t like reggae
And I don’t like rum and raisin ice cream
But I like the beat down heat
I hate to admit but I don’t really like coconut from the tree
Am I still who you want me to be?
21/01/20

Anxiety

I sit here and I sit here,
and I wait for something to change.

I watch my coffee cool and my smokes burn,
and I wait for a decision to be made.

I ask my self and I ask my ego.

I rub my face,
and I cup my chin.

I watch the sun rise,
as I sit in this place and don’t move.

I wait for a decision to be made,
and I sit and I think.

I sit and I sit,
maybe I’ll find a hidden frequency
a secret of something might change.

My feet are cold yet my armpits sweat,
my stomach turns
my back is rolled.

I throw my cards to read
but I don’t trust my hand
my eyes
my head
my heart.

The dawn is too bright
and dusk is too dark.

I listen to laughter through the walls
and life breaking floors
and I sit
and I wait.

My box is empty,
my list is full
and so I wait for a decision to be made.

My time ticks on
the morning’s almost gone
my coffee is cool
I try to stand, I think to stand,
and still I sit,
and so I wait.

29.11.2019