Category: Poems
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Civilization
Mongol we pride ourselves in Mongolia Mongo they laugh at each other in Britain Mothers cuddling their babies round the world Fathers cursing the ignorant and Trisomy 21 Mongol, Down called his observation in 1860’s More stupid than us, he clarified The world followed him, calling babies Mongols They knew none of it in…
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Why I write in English
why do you write in English? if I write in my mother tongue, my mother will read it if she reads my pain you know how mother’s love is her heart will ache it’s simple, I love her dearly why do you write in English? if I write in my native tongue, my father will…
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Mong
I am sad because I hear the word ‘Mong.’ It’s mad. It’s the hate. It’s suffocating. Go talk to someone or shut up, or hug my sadness like a helpless child I need to speak. Well, it’s just a word they say just you get over it. Things happen for a reason. Better things…
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To Billy
You are my baby boy, my beautiful baby boy Billy’s forget me not flower Why was your visit so short? Was it the water that washed your golden hair? Was it the wind blew on your perfect face? Why was your visit so short? Was it the timing you were born? Was it the tantrums…
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A poem for a goddaughter
To Rocio I will watch you grow and blossom like a beautiful flower I will hold you and comfort you like your own mother I will be your eyes and guide you in dark times I will be your ears and whisper when you need direction I will be with you to celebrate happy times…
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Mongol
You can call me Mongol Because I am. But please don’t call someone with Down’s Syndrome ‘Mongol’ or ‘Mongo.’ You will hurt not only me but many ‘Billy’ we called our little boy when he was born ‘Buuz’ I named him when he came home My baby was a Mongol not because he had Down’s…
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Grief
As part of the Edinburgh Book Festival, people were invited to write stories in one Tweet on Twitter. Here is one of mine: Grief chased me furiously ‘Give in’ it commanded me ‘God, help me’ I whispered God was elsewhere Grief snatched my baby boy