National Poetry Day 27.09.2017


I’ve been so busy recently… this teaching lark is really getting on top of me. But, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love being in the classroom, I love having sassy little kids giving me a reason to scare them a little bit, I love being surrounded by the talk, writing, the sound of English literature all day everyday. I can make a difference to these kid’s lives. 
BUT! I couldn’t let National Poetry Day fly past me without contributing. This year’s theme was ‘Freedom’. 

And so I took that and wrote about what freedom means to me. You see, freedom only exists because of slavery, and colonisation. Without the de-humanising of another culture and the Westernised need to domainate and abuse, we wouldn’t need to worry about freedom. Because freedom would be a constant state that everyone lived in. 

So I wanted to write about the abuse and the slavery that was once so often quietly ushered aside. I’m ashamed of my country, I’m ashamed in the part they had in the EITC, I’m ashamed of my cultural heritage, and I’m mostly ashamed of my skin colour. We can never make up for the abhorant crimes that were committed. All we can do is grovel and beg for the forgiveness we do not deserve.  

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Who Are You At Heart?


I remember writing this on a flight to Mexico beginning of last year. I was really struggling with my personal identity. I abhor labels and yet society seems to want to label everything. I thought that may not transpire within academia, and although it’s not as weighted – it does still happen. So then who am I within academic circles? Surely as a literary theorist and a poet I am at the very bottom of the pecking order. And after every lecture, when the pride and love of my subject was at its highest… I would quickly be reminded my place in academia. So I explored the other subjects I studied while at GCSE and A-Level, I wanted to get a feel for what I truly felt about the subjects I could have gone on to take as a degree and eventually teach. And yet nothing made me heart ache as much as Literature. So label me if you must… but be sure to use the label that makes my heart bleed, my eyes water, and my soul rejoice; label me a Romantic Poet.