Academic work

Not Custard

 1) I used to avoid yellow, my grandma said it would wash me out. Pale skin and lemon is never okay. I had no choice when secondary school meant yellow polo shirts against my newly bleached hair. I was a walking canary.   2) My grandad was awarded the tallest sunflower of our town. Its… Continue reading Not Custard

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Academic work, Love

In This Foreign Space

With the aid of Google Maps, hand in hand we walk as obscenely clueless tourists down narrow streets. I had been before, you had not. I felt it my duty to make it worth the hype I had prized it.   Admist the crowds You keep me anchored Like it’s only the two of us… Continue reading In This Foreign Space

Feminism, Love, Uncategorized

No, I’m Gay (A slam poem)

Hi, my name is Lu- Wait, it's not like you care. You've already made assumptions based on my hair, Both the length on my head and what's down there. For my sex life, my body image is clearly your business, broadcasted news. If you can convince me it's a phase, for it's God's message (well… Continue reading No, I’m Gay (A slam poem)

Uncategorized

The Scream

A screech, a yelp, a cry-for-help, the sex-less Orient weeps. The wind’s cries wound the clouds in a child-like scribble. Broken colour erodes the sky in a volcanic mess. The red smoke fuelling the creature’s trauma; terror-stricken, a product of time’s inevitable toll.   Or perhaps it’s euphoric, ecstatic, a wail of joy, an outcast… Continue reading The Scream

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A Hypothetical Job

Once again the paper is jammed tightly strung like my tolerance in the lift, immersed in a duvet of strangers, a huddle of workers, where all we have in common is our morning Starbucks run.   We don't take the stairs, we have a reputation to uphold for why do things ourselves when the computer… Continue reading A Hypothetical Job