Home, home, in my muddy mind,
Where sometimes it is hard to find,
A sensible thought, you will ask "why not?"
Because that is where I go to unwind.

Home, home, in my head,
Travel there each night in bed
To my dreamland, it is so grand,
To spend my time where I'm led.

Home, home, behind these eyes,
You will find quite the surprise,
A world unseen, belonging to me,
It is such a prize.

Home, home, is the place,
Where life isn't a race,
Find inspiration, in imagination,
Surrounded by beauty and grace.

Something too much?
Recognition,
the request.
For some,
for most.
It may not matter
how meticulous was
our best.

So as a raging river
a mountain I'll tear down.
Now I see the wall
rodents made to keep me out.

white skin
the right skin
i havent got that light skin
dark neither
im just a shade inbetween
and what does that mean?
im never seen
as the person i am,
only not white enough
not dark enough
not good enough
well im trying
im trying to fit
but pictures arent complete
when half the pictures missing.

rejected by both sides
how can you take pride
when you dont look the part?
its been an art
to refine
walking on the fine line
between them and them
but lately theyve asked me
silent words
to jump off that ledge
push over the edge
but which one?
help me help me help me
but you cant can you?
because the blood in your body
the same as their veins
makes you not understand.
a predisposition
a position
taken by yourself
or by society?

and when i work twice as hard
but she
with her photocopy paper
money and skin
when i do everything you ask
and more?
you take her money
you take her skin
you give her another opportunity
to prove something
her colour’s already proven

A change in complexion
A different choice of race
A cross of border union
A wider palate of taste

A shake-up down in Sussex
A paler skin exception
A dilution of the line
A pallid revolution