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.
Copyright © Stuart Patterson | Year Posted 2020
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