Mixed Race

I did
everything
I could
to fit in

But yet
I was
still an
outcast

Neither
side
understood
me

The gulf
between
the two
too vast

The Loan

I’ve
never
felt
relief
like it

To have
something
go right
despite it
looking like
it was
all over

Now I
must try
hard to
make it
count

For who
knows
when,
yet
again,
that debt
will mount

Naivety

When
I was
younger

I
longed
to be
free

But
now I
am older

It’s not
all it’s
cracked
up to be

The Window Seat

There’s
people,
people,
everywhere

Dashing
around
without
a care

Or,
at least,
that’s how
it looks

When I
glance up
from behind
my books

Hurry Up

How
much
longer
will this
take?

How
many
choices
must I
make?

Before
I finally
get
what
I want

And you
stop
being
such a
cunt

Toothache

I know
it’s
rotten
inside

Every
morning
I can
taste it

I’ll just
wait until
the nerve
has died

And then
then it
can be
extracted