Post Code

Where are you? Why do you let them do this to me? I never chose to be born in a housing scheme. I never chose the life you gave me. The “friends” I am surrounded by, the opportunities thrown my way – you know like wandering around steep canyons of three storey tenements with misery seeping out most windows– every night because YOU deemed WE were unworthy of anything else. Why do you cause me to fear the flashing blue – the wailing noise screaming “me get - you now - me get - you now” causing me to search for any wrongdoings I may have missed in my own acts. Lovely silver bracelets tying me up in fear because of the streets I tread and NOT the acts I have done – I am guilty because of a post code and YOU – justice - scream out that I must prove my innocence – because of a post code.