Catch me kicking and screaming if I ever have to leave this place
The Welfare Estate
Or is it?
What are we supposed to do?
When they burn our homes to the ground?
How can you justify this as a mistake?
A mistake?
In the 6th richest country?
There should be no mistakes.
Especially when lives are at stake.
Memories are
Better than thinking about leaving home
Watching reality TV
To escape reality
Big bums, big boobs
A very little collection of books
But does that really matter?
Our shoes don’t come off in this house
Leave them on
It’s okay
No rules apply here
Nos cannisters all over the road
The curtains are closed.
Foot cramp in the cold.
“It’s not that bad, you could be in ‘AFRICA’!”
I’m not upset.
I’m a lucky one actually.
Internalised anger. Internalised self-hatred
Which manifests in self-deprecation
Which grounds you.
Gives you something in common. With people who have
nothing in common. Except from being
Broke
Broken shelves
The light doesn’t work
I know an apprentice electrician
But he knows my ex. And fancies me.
And he won’t do it for free, anyway.
Memories
are.
To be shared.
Being angry at my parents…
…For not owning a corner sofa
2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner.
It’s really not that bad.
The Welfare State is My Best Friend
There for me when I need it the most
But will dob me in to ‘the boss’ at any given moment
Like Karen the PA
Clothed me, fed me.
Bought my bus pass to school
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
But I still hate you.
Everything about you.
Like my worst enemy at school
The snitch
The compulsive liar
The bully
How can you say you care about people’s lives?
When 72 people died, because of your neglect.
Corporate manslaughter
Why is the word corporate even in there?
When this was about Housing.
Homes.
Housing should never be corporate. sold for profit
Or neglected for profit
How could you?
I trusted you, best friend.