I've been quite interested in "Spoken Word" lately. A sort of fusion of rap and poetry. I thought I'd have a go and here's my effort, I'm not sure how well it works as "Written Word" does that just make it poetry? Anyway;
I’d seen the young girl many times walking, walking down my street
Pony-tailed hair flip-flops on her feet.
I’d heard other people call her they called her Jayne
She was a pretty one not a plain Jayne, Jayne!
I think she was around 16 or 17
Not as old as 18 but she might have been.
She walked as if she had the whole world on her shoulder
This made her look MAYBE 10 years older!
She always pushed a baby in a dirty old pram
It was well behaved QUIET I never heard it moan
As mummy walked behind smoking and talking on a mobile phone!
Her boyfriend Jeff was a bit of a lad
He was around often don’t know if he was the dad.
JEFF they said was a diamond geezer
I’d seen him tease her squeeze her
He didn’t seem to please her!
She was talking to him now
Talking on the phone
Loudly SHOUTING didn’t care she wasn’t alone!
Stopping in the street Jayne didn’t care.
She sighed stubbed out her fag ran her fingers through her hair!
She needed cash money for a fix
Supplement milk and … weetabix.
By her reaction I don’t think she liked what he said
That was when I noticed those bruises on her head!
Grazes and scratches I can’t believe I hadn’t seen
And a gap in her gums where her teeth once had been
She was getting personal now her face turning red
Said some things better left un-said.
She told him
“You make me sick!” and “You’re crap in bed!” and
“You’ve got a little dick” and “I wish you were dead!”
An old fellah told her “Please tone it down!”
“Fuck off!” she said with a scowl and frown.
Two young girls giggled then looked at the floor
I heard a woman whisper “Dirty little whore!”
Jayne hung up the phone and lit another smoke
Then gestured to the crowd with a middle finger poke.
She held her head up high as she pushed away her pram
Determined measured strides like she didn’t give a damn.
They watched her turn the corner forgotten as soon as she’d gone
Unluckily though for her, her life still went on.
Friday, 8 August 2008
Today I had;
- 2 puffs on my inhaler just in case I get an asthma attack.
- My painkiller. (It really doesn't work too well!)
- My tablet that stops me throwing up after I've taken my painkiller.
- My fibre drink that trys to keep me regular after the painkiller bungs me up.
- My probiotic drink that the doctor advised me to have and have no idea if it works but don't want to stop taking in case it actually doing any good.
I really have no appitite to eat after all that. My results came back clear and now I have to have more tests!
I'm losing my sanity! AAAAAARGH!