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London Life

Poetry By: xXxSophzxXx

Tags: London

Living life as a Londoner

Submitted:Jul 9, 2011    Reads: 68    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   

As I walk along the concrete pavements through these dark brown eyes I see a mixture of faces,

Walking at different paces,

intoxicating fumes filling the pale grey sky.

My life as a young black female Londoner

through hardship I rise and fall

wishing for freedom to feel free and not be judged by my dark skin complexion and content of character.

To open these dark brown eyes to an environment painted with bright warm colours

and yet I crave for another life somewhere else.

To feel a sense of achievement and happiness to wake up each day feeling refreshed.

I was once told I don't appreciate what I have and how lucky I am to be born British

but yet as I am growing up and going through different life changing experiences

being told I could not amount to nothing and yet I rise and fall each time

feels like the walls are caving in and all I can hear is the echoing of voices

am living each day as it comes and goes wondering how life would be to exchange my role of being a Londoner


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