Woolwich Blade.
The Kid had a scissors in his hand
Instead of a knife
He was proud
But I say he was wise
He chose styling over knifing
Man said he was tired of stealing and getting beat,
Though hungry, he wanted to bring peace to the streets
Instead of drugs.
Young warrior, he
stood alone, away from the maddening crowd
Instead of war, he brought love
And he made his parents proud
Young son, only 17
Grown tall, wearing size 13
Jordans over some balck tops
He ain’t about to become an ‘opps’
But he saw the opp—ortunity
And he took it.
Today he is racking bills
Hundred dollar bills
Like he’s minter them
Head above all he swags like the king he is
Newly minted he accepts all the accolades that comes with his new being
He is critically acclaimed
One of the finest blades out of Woolwich
But they did say nothing good comes out of Woolwich
I ask can anything good come out of Woolwich
Yes this young king
He wear his apron proudly like degrees he is bossing it.
Young king of Woolwich, I salute.
Smile.
Smile for me now
Laugh with me still
Find me in the back
Of the yard by the window sills
Let’s hope we don’t get seen
When we both steal a kiss
Smile for me now
Laugh with me still
For I miss the ring in your laughter
And the radiance of your smile
So smile for me now and
Laugh with me still
2 years ago.
Today 2 years ago
My brother was in a hospital
He would die tomorrow
May 16 2021
Forever etched in my mind
May 16 2023
So many tears till I dry
Bro you would be pissed you died
Cos’ I know you loved life
Be chilling eating meat
With Nastro Azurro Peroni
By your side in Italy
Men dis life
E no balance
You would be proud
I got my Masters
You were chasing that
Before the grim reaper cut that
Life short
We are still in shock
Unable to get over this
But life goes on
And we will beat this
This winter of our lives and
Stroll into summer
A summer of love
Of renewal and of hope
A new cycle of life begins for you Dennis
A new cycle of life begins.
Bed 18
I have sat across patients of all sizes and shapes, heights and traits
Country and Town folks from bed 18
I have seen life’s fragility from sitting across bed 18
Life’s strength from sitting across bed 18
I have heard stories… funny and sad ones
I have heard patients cry, families cry,
Sitting across bed 18
I have learnt about life, wisdom and pain
I have heard family quarrels
And had to be the mediator
Sitting across bed 18
I have had to be silent, taking it all
Reminiscing on what life holds for us
All sitting across bed 18
I have seen once bubbly individuals, filled with life unusual
Watch life ebb away
Sitting across from bed 18
I have seen anxiety build up
Hopelessness build up
Frustration build up
When sitting across bed 18
I have seen and heard family talk in hush tones
For fear they will offend their loved ones
Sitting across bed 18
I have seen fear in the eyes of patients
I have seen panic in the eyes of families
I have seen joy in others
Sitting across bed 18
I have cried sitting across bed 18
I have laughed with patients sitting across bed 18
I have contemplated and reflected on life
Sitting across bed 18
I have seen patients take their last breathe..
Sitting across bed 18
I have seen short, long cuddly hugs
Sitting across bed 18
BIO:
Jude Speakz da God
Lives in London.
He is a poet, writer, author, podcaster, and show host.
A Nigerian British. He is known in the poetry circuit in London.
Jude Speakz da God has graced many a stage to perform.
His form of poetry is a reaction to societal ills, asking questions that are pertinent to our survival as a specie.
Jude Speakz da God is not afraid to ask those difficult questions in his poetry. He believes poetry is a means to register one’s displeasure with the status quo.
