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Ghost town youth by Louise Hart

I am not a silent poet

Coventry, 1982
This town is drowning in cries of
“I don’t give a fuck”
And tears of Special Brew
Me and my Punjabi best friend
Dodge skinheads
And form a 2 tone union
Where brown and white make solid gold
For untouchables like she and I
Belong not to the hostile streets
But to temples in the sky

In 1982, our ghost town is bang en trend
The cultural epicentre
Of a cultureless dead end
Whose National Front anthem
God Save the Queen
And those adorning uniform Dr Marten boots
Who possess bare heads that sweat and sheen

A rousing anthem
That reverberates on housing estates
Throughout this middle land
Where Bob Marley imitators
Smoke hash
And sit languidly on the fence
Whoring their disillusioned, but knowing arses
Like the outcasts
Who haunt our city’s brutal underpasses

I am merely 13 years old
But my mouth already tastes

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