I swore I wouldn't love you
But its true
Theres something about you
That I cant find in anyone else

I'm a Londoner
I embrace diversity
I relish cultural complexity
I feed on cross border connectivity
I laugh at the concept of heritage unity
I revel in the uncertainty of multi race identity.
I love my God, in His graceful domesticity
Here across this broad city.

Extract maximum energy from every day
Turn you face towards the light
Turn away from the shadows
and at dusk
rest
ready for your dawning.

When you were just a babe,
They took you far away,
They cut your hair and sent you there
with boots much too big for your feet.
I still remember the november you returned with the title you had earned
You were so young, full of life and pride.
That was before the strife began
Before Iraq, Iran, or Afghanistan.
You were different then.
When the day came that I finally saw your face, I rejoiced that you had came back from that awful place.
But in your eyes I could see that a part of you would always be so very far away.
I would have told you not to go if I had anyway to know that though you would stay alive a part of you would never survive.

I feel the wind crash against my skin,
enter my nose and into my lungs. I am
alive today. My eyes are fixated at the thought of

those Narra Trees, standing proudly
in the backyard; how the wind rustles
with their branches; how the noise becomes
music, whispering through my ears. I feel
safety. Safety, like the way I lay

at my hammock—the way I trust
the ropes with an arm-strength
of a man; how they held me so high

that I could touch the sky, like freedom
soars across horizons in form of contrails.

Today, I feel love
and I soar to the

Universe.