Happiness turning into a Taboo?

Happiness turning into a Taboo?

Could you please put the sun out

When it’s meant to be winter and make it rain when it’s too hot

Make my job pay me to sit around.

Make expensive clothes cheaper.

Let me forget the fact that this designer peice has been created by the hands of a child, similar age to my son.

Let my eyes not care because this world well I’m sort of invisible so let’s be viable. Let me not pay taxes and eat a load of food for free!

Not ideal but there are some people who expect things to be just easy. With things being easy means not caring for other people in order for it to be easy for you it must be harder for someone else. Something or someone has to suffer in expencr for it to be easy.

This isn’t my reality, but we live in a culture where everyone moans about the things that are unessasry and expect to do nothing. In order to gain the world

She not God

She not God

Girl cries aloud.

Busy shopping centre

I am not God!

Can’t change this world.

Feed the homeless

Cradle the hopeless

Clean streets of garbage,

Save the sick. Nobody lives for ever.

She can’t change the way things are,

She not God, but she feels what she sees.

She the mother not cradled her child yet

But sees a whole world in front of her that needs to be held.

Looking at my reality 

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. 

They question feminity

They question feminity

I keep seeing articles

and you tubes about

how black women are not feminine

how we need to settle down get married

be someone’s wife

yes I said we

because I am a black woman too.

I question femininity because

I don’t know what that looks like

not dissing my community but the whole

society as a whole.

I cannot be a damsel in distress

if the only time I feel feminine or deemed

feminine is when a male can see or feel

in-between my thighs

like sex is just a daydream

treat the woman good

its not being treated good

its being used

and treat

her like a dirty piece of wasteland

once the deed is done.

parents need to fix up

we got a whole mix up in here

young girls seeing mom and dad

at war fighting throwing punches

girls at school as young as 4 having themselves

being touched in the wrong places

but society didn’t teach her yet

how wrong this is.

You see when a young girl sees and feels all of

these things why should she grow

up accepting things

that made her uncomfortable.

Then you see all these Articles on how Femininity

is Killing the black Families

well it starts from home

if you cannot protect

to teach your child

then whats wrong in Society are

the adults.

 

 

By Raisa Mcclarey Francis

 

 

son

son

son

you like the star

in the sky

you shine amongst thousands

you like gold dust I kept

it safely in between

the hands of mine

that once felt like

it never had a use

until you become a reason

son, you smile like you

know me

like you have known me all

of my life.

Son, you are my first

good morning

and last goodnight

you are the reflection

of me

a reflection I am trying

to perfect

so you can learn not

from my mistakes

but from my smile.