| Aberdeen Blues It is so foreign With grey flats that turn the mood grey Cold days that goes to the bone Rainy days that make the flats even more grey Cloudy days that dampen the spirit Carousing may cheer my spirits It is said snow looks nice So it seems But its a lie It can make you fall It can make you dirty It is so mean and can make one foolish Hopefully it may change Summer and sunshine to warm our souls To end cocooning To awaken the spirits high To inspire jogging and burning of skin Cheerful with anticipation It is not so blue after all |
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| A bird view across King street from MacRobert Building, Aberdeen University |
| River Don spring i took a walk to the market on my way back i stop by the footbridge and gazed where river Don feeds the sea the North sea must be a happy soul being nourished with highlands fresh waters where it enters the sea it splits to form an island birds colonise it i sat on a chair by the footbridge spring sunshine filtered through the morning soft air a willow tree stood by the river side its leaves, yellow, orange and red reflecting the sun's rays as it pleases |
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| A footbridge behind Hillhead student hostel |
| Laughter next door Sited on my desk Trying to do God knows what School work - yes - School work Attempts to concentrate paid futile rewards The mind went wild Like an insane hog it run berserk Like a hungry bird it flow away It flow to where there is food and confort The mind was brought to reality by a laughter Next door came a woman's throaty laughter Enthralled by lover's playfulness Nothing hurts more than that type of laughter When the mind had flown many miles To search for sunshine |
| Colour blind A child innocently played sand castle Suddendly appeared man of colour A child to mother 'look he has nice tan but he is not on the sun' No child 'he has no tan' It is his colour He is black No mama He is no black but brown What ever you call it Then I want to be black too |
| Lonely heart It is raining again It is two o clock in the morning After dancing away the night at Ministry of Sin They have switched off the heater This cold lonely place makes me shiver The bed feels like a mortuary Aberdeen where they are more people than smiles Phoney smiles that melts away in seconds How I wish I was under the blue open skies I only have the sound from the radio I do not wish to listen to the blues There comes the sobering announcers' voice |
| A day at the gym A headache, spring muscle, fatigue The cure It is exercise they say On designer shorts and shirts I went to the gym All bodies big and small Were sweating to the bone All in the name of fitness It stings They are ignoring it or pretending to enjoy it All bodies big and small Were straining to the bone All in the name of sport May be that should be my reason too I added my body to that sea of bodies |
| The brother who despise his skin The brother said I do not like a white woman Sharing her bed is like slipping into milk sheets The brother said I like a coloured woman I like the whiteness of her thighs I said to myself The brother is confused The brother said I do not like a black sister Her blackness may rub off my skin I said to myself The brother despise his black skin |
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