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While compiling some research I stumbled upon the essays  of Stuart Hall, I was amazed at his intricate analysis of identity and ethnicity. Understanding the importance of  cultural identity and ethnicity and its connection to the individual make up of ones identity. Brings me to my point –  Lately there has been a surge in black media and literature and I guess that can be attributed to the growth in creative outlets. The black narrative has long since been ignored by british mainstream media and the absence of the authentic voice reduces the effectiveness of developement in these essential areas. In order to address the lack of diversity in books and provide books or media that displays this, we need more writers of colour. It is essential we tell our own stories in our own voices.
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MOONSHINE &  RAINBOWS


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Moonshine and rainbows that danced across the wall. A life if strawberries and cream
He promised all but never was as it seems.
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Smooth stroking as she glided in the air on his love.
He had decided she was the one.
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White dress, a diamond ring and all. While lurking in the darkness the truth hidden in his crystal ball; his lips never telling all
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The colossal distance and extreme loneliness appeared after the summer as Autumn fall.
In the mist of the coming winter breeze she knew it all.
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As he danced across the earth back to her heart with stories to share, the moonshine and rainbows reappeared. But in the shadows  she was no longer there. .
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U N K N O W N

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Can you see everything I been through, everything I’ve been?
Can you say you truely know me from the little pieces you see.
While building up a narrative that can only be viewed objectively
In truth you cannot claim to know me just from the sight of me.
A small encounter of which I have no memory.
You have no idea
Who I am!
Who I be!
Tiny fragments unseen by the eye of man hide within a treasure chest covered by flesh.
I am yet to discover the treasures I behold
Still to reach platinum only obtaining gold.
How do you claim knowledge of the unknown?
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UNDYING LOVE

It had all be so sudden. No one could have forseen such turmoil and heartbreak but Karla felt relief. Remembering the day like it was yesterday, the broken moments continuiously played inside her head. Jack had been her first love, the one she shared her secrets with but things had changed. School had finished, University had started and they were on different paths.

Jack dropped out after a month expecting her to do the same, his puppy dog gaze gleaming at her through the face time app everytime she ended a call. At first she had put it down to the absent mind idle and free of routine but all to soon Jack started to get weird. There was the morning he turned up at her lecture. A day he arrived at the museum and infiltrated her group. These were just the small things. Even now he insisted on following her every move, she could feel him.

It had been three weeks since she had transferred to the new campus and she finally relaxed. Jack was gone and he was never coming back. Laying across her bed she picked up ‘The Help’ off the dresser and opened the first page.

Jack moved through the home as if he had been there before. For weeks he had watched and waited intending in his approach at the right time. For some reason he felt she was avoiding him. Kayla lay across her bed unaware danger lurked in the stairwell, her head engrossed inside the book .
Stopping short of her room Jack smiled, a smile that reached his soul and fluttered inside his stomach. “Kayla, I’m home.”
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A tremor inside shifted Kayla from the bed, staring at the door she watched the handle slide down and the door spring open.
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The scent of her passed through the opening door as he eased his way inside. “I missed you.”
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Standing firm Kayla let her fear turn into courage. For months she had lived in an internal and external prison his presence suffocating as he looked at her with undying love. “You need to leave Jack.”
“That is just it, I can’t!”
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Closing her eyes Kayla prayed silently for a sign but, the hands that gripped her arms tightly, the air he released irrating the hairs on her neck as he embraced her lovingly, chilled her entire body.
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“Jack I’m in love with someone esle.” Releasing the truth she relaxed as his body tightened around her. “You are dead it’s time for me to move on.”
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The room grew cold as he moved back a grimace distorting his lips. “What are you talking about?” He spat, the vision of him slowly disappearing. “Your dead. Your dead.” She repeated until the last piece of his spirt dispersed. “Goodbye Jack, forever.”
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“It will never be goodbye.” Jack whispered in the breeze. “Ours is an undying love.” .
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THE WANDERER


Her birth had not produced a golden spoon instead her own was silver.
She had risen from the concrete her petals passing thorns her beauty yet to deliver.
Budding she blossomed into much more
As she wandered through life as she began to explore
The highs and lows
To the far and wide
Living in hope
A nobel Prince she would find. . .
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SUMMER LOVIN’

The summer had came and settled in preparation for the passing Autumn breeze. Yet, here they were still stuck in the heat of their love. Four whole weeks of discovery gathering pieces of each other and storing them inside memories. That time had come to an end and the reality of life lost in fairy tale adventures and stolen kisses had come to an end. Who had thought she would find a gem in the small coastal village.

The bench had grown warm beneath them as they huddled together beneath the shelter.

“Will I ever see you again?” He asked.
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There was no easy way to say goodbye so she intended to do it fast. Shaking her head she wiped away the wisps of hair that clung to her face and gazed into his eyes. “I don’t think so!”
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Clutching her hands in his he frowned. ” What about us.”

Shaking her hands free of his she lowered her gaze from his intensity. “I mean we had fun but….””

We can write, I can call, maybe I could even come for a visit.” He pleaded.
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An image of her father crossed her mind and she shuddered. “I don’t think my father would approve but I could write I suppose.” She shrugged.
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“Good.” He gushed. “I will write first thing.”


It was that simple, his way into her future. A letter arrived two days later with all intentions of love and a romantic reunion. Notting down a few words she returned her page with a second class stamp and forgot about her summer love only he hadn’t forgotten her. The snow fell from the sky and landed upon the earth leaving a white carpet behind. Footsteps led up to the doorstep his hand upon the bell. The summer that was only meant to last a season, the holiday love she had forgotten spilled into her winter turning white snow rosy red. .
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COMING SOON

REDEMPTIONS SONG

Justice had been forgotten, another one of the streets fallen soilders his death a faded memory. The mention of his name had been reduced to silence but the heat from their shared blood within her viens sizzled with life. .
Looking up at the large neon sign her heart pounded against her chest but fear didn’t live here. There was no turning back, Justice was dead and they had all paid but one. To conquer the beast all she had to do was step inside the Lions den; taking a deep breath she strolled towards the entrance marking the lone security guard.
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Stacks yawned the cool breeze snapping him out of a doze as the young lady approached, opening the door he nodded as she passed through the entrance leaving a hint of sweet apples behind.
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Gone was the slack jeans, the low fade and the overshirt shirt. The cap abandoned in the back seat, her face in full view she was just a beautiful stranger, a passing face. Tonight Jade had shedded her skin like a snake during rebirth, slithering towards her battle with the King of the Jungle with one thing in mind, remdemption.
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THE TASTE OF KARMA

Her eyes spoke of internal pain the rain dripping down her face as she wept in vain. Although her blood cooled slightly her distress would not be in vain. One to many times she had been so forgiving, totally disregarding the consequences of her weakness. Now she wanted nothing more than vindication only blood could bring.
The laughter dancing inside ears tormenting her in the dark alleyway. Stepping out from beneath the shadows her silhouette kissed by the light a passer by could see her beauty. The very thing covered in the darkness that had engulfed her soul letting everything loving whiter and die.
In this moment anything was possible!

Reckless abandonment brought her here. Outside the bar that housed their reception, his wedding. She had rebuked at the thought his pimple face maturing into a man while her smooth skin rippled with wrinkles.
The day he confessed his love for another she swore she heard the sound of her heart breaking, ripping through her chest and exposing the emptiness inside.

Music filtered out of the open door, her breath clutched inside her lungs as they stepped out of the pub hand in hand. Treasure giggled gayley but to her it sounded like the scrapping of a chalkbroad. Soaking in the rays of his love, the recipient of his attention Teasure basked in his glow. Closing her eyes as their lips almost touched a shard of her shattered heart.

Holding onto the last piece of her sanity she waited for a complete glimpse of the woman who had achieved the impossible. As her body turned and her face came to view something strange happened. Face to face as they near Treasure had a darkness in her eyes as sight she had seen before he tore her heart out.

There was no recollecting of the moment her sparkle died an instantly she knew Teasure would find out sooner or later.Suddenly her pain seem insignificant as she understood she too would meet the same fate.
” Congratulations.” She offered to the newly weds.

“Thanks.”

The look on his face was priceless as hey past hand in hand. Turning back to the darkness she smiled sweetly the taste of karma resting upon her lips. .

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THE TASTE OF KARMA

Her eyes spoke of internal pain the rain dripping down her face as she wept in vain. Although her blood cooled slightly her distress would not be in vain. One to many times she had been so forgiving, totally disregarding the consequences of her weakness. Now she wanted nothing more than vindication only blood could bring.
The laughter dancing inside ears tormenting her in the dark alleyway. Stepping out from beneath the shadows her silhouette kissed by the light a passer by could see her beauty. The very thing covered in the darkness that had engulfed her soul letting everything loving whiter and die.
In this moment anything was possible!

Reckless abandonment brought her here. Outside the bar that housed their reception, his wedding. She had rebuked at the thought his pimple face maturing into a man while her smooth skin rippled with wrinkles.
The day he confessed his love for another she swore she heard the sound of her heart breaking, ripping through her chest and exposing the emptiness inside.

Music filtered out of the open door, her breath clutched inside her lungs as they stepped out of the pub hand in hand. Treasure giggled gayley but to her it sounded like the scrapping of a chalkbroad. Soaking in the rays of his love, the recipient of his attention Teasure basked in his glow. Closing her eyes as their lips almost touched a shard of her shattered heart.

Holding onto the last piece of her sanity she waited for a complete glimpse of the woman who had achieved the impossible. As her body turned and her face came to view something strange happened. Face to face as they near Treasure had a darkness in her eyes as sight she had seen before he tore her heart out.

There was no recollecting of the moment her sparkle died an instantly she knew Teasure would find out sooner or later.Suddenly her pain seem insignificant as she understood she too would meet the same fate.
” Congratulations.” She offered to the newly weds.

“Thanks.”

The look on his face was priceless as hey past hand in hand. Turning back to the darkness she smiled sweetly the taste of karma resting upon her lips. .

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IN LIFE AND DEATH

Ray Lake had never be alone; totally alone. These past few weeks dead silence had been his fear, music blared from the speakers as he attempted to block out the bad memories and cling onto the good ones. Emptying the laundry bag onto the bed he shifted through the clean items folding as he went alone. Before too long two small piles had risen. Folding the last shirt into four he placed it gently upon the teethering pile, a month ago he had been a husband to Naz Lake, today he was a widow. Picking up the pile of school shirts his stepped over the mat that covered the blood stain and moved down the hallway. Klaire, his only child had chosen to stay with her maternal grandmother but grief would claim him like it had her. Opening the dusty wardrobe he placed the compressed pile into the drawer and slammed it shut...
“This doesn’t make it better you know, folding some clothes and finally getting off your arse!“.Closing the wardrobe doors he hurried to the door, shut it tightly behind him and let his heartbeat regulate..“Still a wimp, no balls to face me. Well doors don’t contain me anymore.” She chuckled. “I can go anywhere I please. Wouldnt you love that Ray? True freedom!” She gushed..Counting slowly from one to ten he ignored the vioce inside his head and past the crime scene nervously. The police had ruled her death as an unfortunate accident, a tragedy even; but Ray had called it a blessing in private and ever since her presence haunted his soul relentlessly. Posing at the top of the stairs her beauty she captured a deeper piece if him even in death. Only the image of beauty distorted as her inner demon exposed its teeth and breathed its fire. Wild and free she floated with ease, her smile eerily broad as she pointed her long finger accusingly..“You killed me!”.”It was an accident!”.Turning her ghostly presence she drifted closer.“This gape on my head says otherwise.” Spinning she let her skirt caress his as he shuddered violently..”I said I would do fix the light”.“Like everything esle you promised and never forfilled.” She laughed.“You were joke then and your still a joke now Ray. You know and I know that I would not have waited for you to fix thay light, just admit it!” She screeched..”Leave me alone.”“You will never be free of me, we will be together forever.”.”Your a figament of my imagination.” He retorted trying hard to convince himself. ” Your a corpse!”He spat..“Only out there but in here I’m alive.” She sniggered as she drove her hand through his cranium..Screaming out in pain Ray fell to his knees”Go away, your dead.” He repeated more forcefully with each one..“Not until you come with me.” She whispered as she pushed him off the step...Tumbling down the stairs Ray saw his whole life flash before him. There she was young and unhappy with everything in life. There he was big spirt and a loud infectious laughter. Ten years past before a glimpse of the misery and pain. Then it came to him like sun bursting through the pouring rain, the day she fell from the ladder. The screws he removed from the steps, the joy he felt when she was dead. Suddenly he took a deep breath, the world went black and he swore he was dead..Dusting off his clothes he glare back at the top of the stairs angrily her smile streching from ear to ear as she stared back happily..Opening her arms she gushed “Welcome Dear!”.Looking down at his lifeless body Ray whimpered but no tear fell. Slowly his eyes left his body and his mind found a renew strength.” Stay right there while I killed you again.” He roared..“Come and get me!” Naz giggled…..© W O R D B E R R Y
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