Floetry have been my go to soundtrack for my life since 2009,  they are like an Aunty you need to talk to. They talk to my mind and my heart and soul it’s the words and how they choose they tones of song. They be a therapy of sound when I’m losing grip of life and reality and I have just got to step back Watch “Floetry – Fantasize (Floetry Reunion Tour Philadelphia 7-26-15)” on YouTube

Looking at my reality 

I have engaged in Art projects around Nottingham and willing to push further out into the East Midlands region. My art form personally is poetry and jewellery design but I can see myself being more of a mixed visual experimental artist. I have a wider outstanding experience in the industry I have always wanted to be a part of. I have had academic set backs during school and college due to my dyslexia that was diagnosed in university and English and maths academia. If I was to go back through the system I would ask the teacher certain questions but I understand that they are working to live and the school is only standing on passing grades but most things they teach has nothing to do with life skills. Our kids bust their brains learning things that will never help them get a job or how to be confident. Children are taught how to be quite. For convenience of others. Children are not supposed to be that quiet. They are meant to be what their age is. They are quickly suppressed then we get suicidal, secretive angry teenagers who have been told to shut up and respect the orders. How are they supposed to repect when respect has not been shown. It’s frustrating that I feel a lot freer now. The people who have respect for me and my work or help I would never imagine in a hundred years. I believe that a child should grasp as much of the world as it’s mind can digest the school system does not make the minds eat real knowledge. It forces paper and rules down their mouth. Rules are OK as long as they don’t demean the person. 

Woman’s international day!!! 

That woman 

Who saw more pain

In the world than In

Herself 

That woman who tried to 

Fix back a broken vase

As a child because she did not 

Want a telling off

She wanted it to look perfect

She never knew that she would 

Become an anxious woman 

That just felt the need to fix everything around 

Her. 

She sought to fix people 

Even the ones who snapped her 

Like a pencil 

As fragile as she became to herself 

She still managed to be strong 

For others

She would splutt words of kindness 

Words of life

Spin up concoctions of teas and food

She would hold on to the wounds 

In the pits of hands

Clean up the very sick from 

The spew on your clothes 

Make sure you look presentable 

Her face didn’t scarn you once. 

They had stepped all over her good 

Nature created weeds in her garden 

And she created life with those weeds. 

Finding nemo

We in a world 

Where being fearless 

Takes money from the big man’s 

Wallet. 

Being fearful makes other people think 

You need their fear placed upon 

You for protection. 

Fear is a blocking state of mind

It works for or against you. 

No fear the same but a man who is 

Fearless is frowned upon. 

He is seen as a rebel because he is not 

Sitting back waiting for a 

Miracle to appear 

He realises that he is the miracle 

Who will appear to himself. 

Black Currency economics and life savings 

So this is quite different from my usual. And has a mind boggling affect in my present mind thoughts.  I look at my son and think what should I leave for him,  in this world and what could he leave for other people and so forth. So I have started to do vlogs hopefully they will be of use to anyone. I am a raw person no smooth edges tho I’d like to be smooth I guess the more real I am the more relatable I am. I can talk from a place of worry to a place of problem solving. I see a huge difference in communities and peoples attitudes towards buying and saving. The government dose not give you an option to save and jobs these days don’t offer stability. Right now it’s banging heads against walls and dissing society that seems to have us stuck but it is the society we are comfortable living in and then dissing. It’s like an abusive relationship with something you know is bad and you are fighting against it but it’s all you know. 

I hear issues in my own community which is black Afro Carribean from the UK. We face so much discrimination racial, sexual you name it. Our kids are targeted by this very energy from a young age. I remember cradling my womb whilst repeatedly hearing the shooting of black men, boys and women by the police. I’m am a black woman giving birth to a black boy whom at the age of 10 would be automatically seen as a black man in this society compared to the white boys and other races who are the same age. They could be acting the same playing the same but my son would be out numberd this is a fact. He is seen as cute and adorable but it doesn’t last. What I am saying is opportunities are not equal in society so how can we build a community where we can review how we can internally build an economy and confidence in self. I am for learning and teaching. 

The stars

They sit in the sky

they don’t twinkle

like they said they do

they just shine

its strange because

how does space

result to sky

how can we simply see

the stars with the naked eye

why are all the stars lit up

like they all have some kinda

power inside

I mean all these questions floating

and the answer is that

they are rocks that

have a mass of floating atmosphere by them

how do the stars stay in the sky

why are we not afraid of them falling

how comes the birds can’t fly to space

well I guess it is something to do with the

ozone layer

So many questions

and I best find the answer

coz I have a 2 year old who can’t stop asking

why.

 

 

 

The pussylipped man

He the man with the pussy lips
he the man with it in his hand
he is crying for world domination
and his people fall to the ground
scared for the land that don’t belong to
them Lets makes America great again
get out those chains
slavery was abolished but not
in the minds of the non-coloured man
this man they call president does not stand for all man

but in a time like  his frowns will
soon slice his forehead open
for he cries under the dresses of his
wife
she may as well go back to where she come from
like many none melinated folk
living the American dream

The one where they took sale

stole from other lands in order to control

and kill people with more melanin than his

to make America GREAT again he means

get rid of the ink that adds life to the

blank pages of history

he means

get rid of the ink that adds life to

the pages in history

I mean scrap the paper keep the ink

keep the trees the land

keep the  blood of life

You will soon see the spirits of the bodies

hanging in the tree on his papers

hanging in the trees on his doorsteps

He banning Muslims like they are the only

problem? he has

no many a problem and they aren’t one of them

It is okay no man can judge me

I don’t go
to Church
No I don’t sit in church
I don’t say no if I am
invited for an event
but that isn’t the house
of God
to me, it’s a counceling house
I see people who see people
who can see-through people
who testify infront of people
feeling safe in this house
but when they leave they
are judged by the same
people they feel safe with
in the house of God
those same people deter me from
sitting infront aside behind
else where
do you kno why
coz god sees me Naked in my house
God knows my worst nightmares
God knows me.

minds are more than minds and whom ever
sees through me
or acts as a child of God
or practices
hasn’t practised
enough

They have not seen the brusies
felt the pain
but for some reason I feel most
people I know’s pain
is that God working in
me.
I belive it is
I don’t see God smiing in church
I see God smiling within me