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The Proletarian Feeding Mantra

It's half past six and I'm starving;
The money's on the side;
I don't want quiche or salad -
I fancy something fried.
Dad will go and get it;
It's tasty, salty, hot:
We don't have to cook it;
You can buy it from the shop.

Good old Dad's back home,
The vinegar smells just great:
We tear open the steaming parcel
And spread the contents on a plate.
Forget your Indian takeaways
Or Chinese with fancy dips;
On Fridays only this will do:
Yummy Fish 'n Chips.



It’s all just for Halloween they said
And pointed me to a changing room
I doubted that it was to be a contest
Yet no-one is listening to my protest
With all the lights off, it’s total gloom
Even though I’m made to look dead

I’m posing with several pumpkins now
And a mask with glowing lights for eyes
An old crushed top hat completes it all
All this nonsense at the very end of Fall
Answer the door and they get a surprise
I’ll get this off me, but don’t know how


I want feel normal,
I want to get out of bed and not feel sick,
I want to not overthink everything I do,
I want to be happy with myself,
I want to be able to talk to people without getting anxious,
I want to not feel guilty for eating,
I want to not hurt myself everytime I feel I’ve done something wrong,
I want to be okay.

The street where I grew up

The heritage village
with the mixture of diversity
of the street where I grew up
in the Hollywood glamorous
where do I see myself belong to
with the different images of
the color tone of skin
The mother tongue that I speak
The ancestral history that I represented
To learn the true value
To showcase where it began
I found my heritage came
with bravery and beauty possess
To carry out the beautiful legacy of the culture
I am humbled to call myself
ABC -American-Born Chinese



Hey, I’ve not been caught in a rainstorm
I wanted to be out here today, like this
Free to breathe, and feel rain on my face
Let it wash regrets away, leaving no trace
Pushing all doubts right off that precipice
And happy inside, whether cool or warm

Grab the chance to see clearly once again
Enough being blanketed in shades of blue
That has me wrapped tight in this cocoon
Never knowing morning from afternoon
Not even believing what was really true
Like an old fashioned swirly window pane



At first, there was fun and laughter
Youthful exuberance, happy faces
Always smiling from head to toes
Days with so many twists and turns
All bereft of any cares or concerns
It was a life that led me by the nose
Into many new and exciting places
Unlike the times that followed after



In this old photo, trembling in my hand
I’m there, walking up the dim grey street
Old houses, now - as they always were
Two up two down terraces, now a blur
Up ahead, the wheel makes it complete
Everything’s gone now, you understand

It was a community that is now dispersed
Solid working families, partners in coal
Then a revolution came and all was lost
But loss of identity was the greatest cost
Mines all shut down, and it took its toll
It was if our whole county was cursed

My Sister loves Freddy Krueger

my sister who dates Freddy Krueger
is safe 'cause she carries a Luger
it's a balance (of sorts)
-as he messes his shorts
when she points it and makes him eat boogers



A Thoughtful Reflection

I’ve been placed in detention today
For not paying attention in class
Teacher says it’s the price to be paid
But thank God my seats by the glass

‘What do I do, what do I do?’
In this classroom, all alone
I know what to do, admire the view
And with my thoughts, I’ll go with the flow

Not a cloud in the sky, but I do wonder why
When full of water they turn very dark
Because water is clear, even up in the sky
I’m not sure, so move on to the park


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