Local Area Poems
By St Thomas’ CE Primary School
2015 - 2016
The Monster of London Town
When there is only a ribbon of moonlight
and the very few are out,
She emerges from the Thames,
ready for a busy night.
She has scaly skin,
and malicious eyes,
withered lips,
and a devious grin.
She is twenty-four feet tall,
Uses elephants as toys,
bathes in the Grand Union Canal,
eats huge skyscrapers
so she’s fully fuelled.
She travels at night,
is as sly as a cat,
moves very swiftly,
lurks behind buildings
so she’s out of sight.
She made Big Ben topple,
Devoured the Gherkin,
Shattered the Shard
Once she used St Paul’s Cathedral
as a crown
But when a hint of daylight shows
she starts to dash towards the Thames.
She moves so fast that she’s a blur,
And takes one last look at London,
Before she goes.
By Tiffany Igharoro , Year 5
Who Broke the Coffeemaker?
In a school there was a disaster.
Like how you know when a cheater starters to run faster.
In the staffroom it happened, right by the sink.
Right then and there everyone started to think.
Who broke the coffeemaker? Tell me right now!
It’s broken, it’s broken. How? How? How?
Well, it’s not all bad, you can always drink tea,
Exclaimed a teacher and his name was Lee.
Two or three sugars, would you say?
But Miss Brown said to him, you must be cray, cray.
It wasn’t me, they all said…but one.
And Miss Bouette said to that one to come.
He came to her and said, I’m sorry.
I want you out of here, she said, you better hire a lorry.
Everyone gasped in disbelief.
Look what he done, she said, think of all the grief.
Everyone started to applaud because they knew she was right.
They thought for a moment and then they all started to fight.
A coffeemaker does not matter at all.
Mr Jones said, who said that, do they think they’re cool?
Low and behold, it was Miss Spence,
Staring out the window, looking at a fence.
We do not need a coffeemaker at all,
We’ve got all we need right here at this school.
The children, the classes and the teachers,
Don’t even get me started on the features.
All of the teachers clapped and cheered.
Now that everything was sorted, the floor was all cleared.
They bought a new coffeemaker the very next day.
And which school was this? you might say.
It is the wonderful St Thomas’
That school is the best.
This fabulous place is located in the West.
By Annalise King-Fullerton
Year 6
Troy the Boy
He’s proud, he’s loud
He can’t go anywhere without
making silly sounds
It’s Troy the Boy
He’s fussy, he’s bossy
He runs around like he’s had
Two shots of coffee
It’s Troy the Boy
He’s big, he’s strong
His hair is so so long
When he goes to the toilet he leaves
an awful pong
It’s Troy the Boy
He’s sweet, he’s neat
He likes to eat
He’s always making me jump
Out of the seat
It’s Troy the Boy
We play games though
he’s kind of lame
When he loses it’s me
he likes to blame
It’s Troy the Boy
We go to football club
It’s gets pretty rough
When I score he’s first to
offer a hug
It’s Troy the Boy
As you can see
he is just like me
Mirrored in images that’s
my brother, Troy.
By Theo Mingle-Baker, Year 1
Carnival
Carnival. A swarm of bees
Music rattles your body
Vibrant floats fight through the crowd
Drums argue noisily
Colourful clothes dance
Jerk chicken ignites taste buds
After. A sea of rubbish.
A wall of silence.
By Amira Karaoui, Year 6
The Nighttime Leaves of Kensal Town
Autumn leaves sleep among the trees.
Car fumes whisper.
Headlights stare in the darkness.
Trellick Tower listens to the vehicles rush by.
The bus stops nearby, opening its mouth
and spits the passengers off.
Street lamps mock people in the darkness.
The wind is howling.
Rubbish pirouettes.
Leaves jubilantly join the dance.
Then –
All is quiet
As London sleeps.
By Ayeesha El-Noshouki, Year 6
Believe You Can Do It
Believe in yourself
Effort is required
Live your dreams
Inspire others
Educate yourself
Visualise your goals
Electrifying
By Cajarna Quinlan, Year 5
Teachers
Trust that I can learn
Ease my fears away
Always understand
Care about my life
Help me make new friends
Excited over my success
Read amazing books
Supervise when I’m doing good…or bad!
by Daisy Houngan, Year 6
When Everything’s Gone
When everything’s gone
I will miss,
The rain on my window pane,
the beep, beep of a car,
The clinging and clanging
in a bar,
The laughter, then
there’s after…
When everything’s gone
I will miss,
Old ladies nagging,
happy dog tails wagging,
The smashing and
crashing of plates,
The chitter chatter
of mates,
The laughter, then
there’s after…
When everything’s gone
I will miss,
maths with Mr Jones,
My mum’s morning moans,
The roar of a crowd,
It’s getting really loud,
Everything’s gone,
It’s done.
by Carys Hinkson, Year 6
Chewing Gum
A round figure lurking behind bins
Sticky and icky
But what a wonderful taste.
You can pick it and lick it
You can flick it.
It’s gooey and chewy
Like a sloppy porridge
You can’t regret it
You can’t forget it
But what a wonderful taste.
It comes in flavours
Maybe even Quavers
You can pick it
You can lick it
You can even nick it
But what a wonderful taste.
By Ahlam, Year 6
St Ts
St Ts is where the heart is
St Ts is where I go
St Ts is the house of learning
and there’s never a woe
It’s better than all the rest
because the teachers are the best
Maths baffles me
English is amazing
Music goes toot-de-toot
Of what a cacophony of learning!
We’re all united from around the world
to learn in one little school
St T’s in North Ken.
This school is so
awesomely cool!
By Indiana Bolton, Year 6
Portobello Market
Tourists collect London souvenirs
On a sunny Saturday morning
Walking on cobbled roads
Searching for an antique
A pocket watch or a wooden clock
It is really hard!
Even my friends are struggling
All we can see are crates of shoes, jewellery
Old crinkled clothes
as a cold breeze comes past
By Hugo Moran, Year 3
Market Day
The Saturday cool breeze
It’s market day!
Lots of tourists
bustling through the crowds
Vendors selling fruits and vegetables –
“apples, pears and plums”
Shouting.
Jewellery on stands –
Lots of ladies trying…
and buying
old clothes and pretty scarves
Handmade.
It’s market day.
By Chloe Cogan, Year 3
Portobello Market
On Saturday the sun rose high
and the market opened.
Tourists bustled through the stalls.
Laughter, chatter, smiley faces.
Vendors selling –
fruits and vegetables
plants, and flowers.
People buying –
old antiques
handmade goodies
Antique shops full of dishes –
decorated and gold-leafed
The sun goes down
All is closed
because the day is done.
By Fatouma Bah Year 3
Carnival Is…
Carnival is singing to the beat,
Dancing to the music
With everyone you meet.
Carnival is being free,
Flowing like a river,
Buzzing like a bee.
Carnival is roaring loud,
Looking at the colours,
Boasting its costumes proud.
By Kheira Houngan, Year 5
I Am
I am carnival,
The rhythm on the street,
de instruments that beat.
I am carnival,
I am proud,
Even when it rains,
I get rid of de clouds.
I am carnival,
You all know me,
You know me better,
Than you ABC.
I am carnival,
I am fun,
When I shine,
It’s brighter than the sun.
By Patrick Naughton, Year 5
I Am
I am the drums
Booming and banging,
I am the food
Sizzling and frying,
I am the flags
Big and chaotic,
I am the music
Lively and loud,
I am the people
Eating and dancing,
I am the beat
Free and joyful.
I am…Carnival!
By Ella, Year 5
Carnival, where are you?
Carnival, where are you?
I’ve been waiting all year,
Sitting at home
Waiting for you.
When you arrive,
I can run away,
Go into my own world,
Dance and play.
Carnival, where are you?
The colours in my eyes,
Bright and joyous,
All kinds of colours,
Floating around,
Blue, yellow, orange and black…
Carnival, where are you?
Wonderful foods,
Sizzling on the stalls,
Mouths watering,
From the smoky smells,
People saying,
What things they sell,
Children asking,
If they can have some too,
Carnival, where are you?
Loud music in your ears,
It takes away your fears.
Carnival, come to me.
Carnival, come to me.
By Rozita Shafai, Year 5
If Carnival Was Mine
If Carnival was mine,
I would be the party queen,
Smiling proud with glee,
People dancing, being free,
Feeling the vibe,
Of their community tribe.
By Asia, Year 5
Carnival Is…
Carnival is for all people
Young and old
Together they’re raving
And misbehaving
Carnival is for all religions
Muslim and Rasta
Together they’re dancing
Feet all a prancing
Carnival is for all races
Black and White
Together they’re eating
As they are meeting
Carnival is unifying,
Cooperating,
Mixing
…Peace
By Nikta Richards, Year 5
Carnival Kid
Carnival kid you be on the float playing steel pan nice ‘n’ loud
De crowd be so big dat you can’t even count.
Carnival kid munching ya rice ‘n’ peas,
De people in Carnival buzzing around like bees.
Carnival kid ya be dancing along,
Oh No! Man, ya better run
‘cos dere about to play ya mama’s favourite song,
Carnival kid ya enter a new vortex,
Ya better snap out of it ‘cos ya be on steel plan next.
Carnival kid ya see de costumes shining like stars,
Dey be shining so bright dat ya cam see ‘em for far.
Carnival kid ya be playing ball wid ya friends,
Ya be playing wid mix races, Black, White Asian,
ya be friends to de end.
By Tiffany Igharoro , Year 5
Year 5
Dem Carnival People
Dem carnival people are raving,
but they are still craving.
Dem carnival people eat,
Jerk chicken spicy n sweet.
Dem carnival people run n shout,
Mudda please, let me go out.
Dem carnival people are dancing,
They don’t car about others glancing.
Dem carnival people love their dreadlocks,
While those posh people hold their doors locked.
By Theodora Devedlaka-Price, Year 5
Carnival Is…
Carnival is…
singing to the beat
with everyone you meet,
and starting with your feet
buzzing like a bee
swaying like a tree,
Carnival is…
dem instruments tapping, clap clap boom,
de steel pan singing in a high pitched voice,
and dem African drums shouting, boom boom tap tap.
Sarah Serroukh, Year 5
I Am
I
I
I
I
am the music that goes in your eardrums,
am the floats you stand upon,
am the glitter that shows your beauty,
am carnival.
You are
You are
You are
You are
the people that play steel pan,
the people that dance up and down,
the mas bands that play instruments,
the people that enjoy carnival.
By Orane, Year 5
Recipe for Art
Mix together
a tablespoon of graffiti
a dash of imagination
Then pour in
a slosh of paint
a dollop of decoration
Next whisk together
a cup of colours
a ladle of clay
Afterwards sprinkle in
a pinch of design
a lashing of creativity
Finally cook
at varying temperatures
(depending on the time of the year)
for an extraordinary, visually pleasing dish
By Sarah Serroukh
Grove Records
Stand on the bridge
Feel the racket of the train,
Stand near a school,
Feel the footsteps of the kids,
Stand on the pavement
Feel the wind whistle and hoot,
Stand in The Tabernacle
Feel the pans beat and tap,
Stand in The Mangrove
Feel the rhythm of reggae,
Stand in The Flyover
Feel the music of the world,
Stand in The Grove
Feel the beating of your heart.
By Ahmad Tahan
The Famous Drawing
I
I
I
I
I
I
graffiti over the concrete walls,
rub out the black smog in the sky,
sculpt buildings colourful and curved,
design cars electric, the spectrum of rainbows,
paint many leaves in nature’s green,
take the darkness out of their souls.
But then…
Our leader paints over and makes walls fall,
Our leader puts darkness back into the sky,
Our leader rebuilds dull square tower blocks,
Our leader designs cars black and white, petrol and diesel,
Our leader chops downs trees, puts in lampposts,
Our leader removes shining stars
And fills us with just shadows.
By Patrick Naughton, Cosmo Varnden and Nasir Douglas
The Future of Art
The future of art is a wonderful place,
With its enchantments placed on every wall,
The future of art is our only friend,
Kaleidoscope graffiti inspires us all,
A spray of paint can feed our hearts,
By the power of art.
By Karim El-Jonsafi and Nasr Eddin Bouharrak
The Headphones of my Freedom
The headphones of my freedom
The rhythm of de beat
The vibe of RnB
makes my feet spin
The way it makes me move
Just makes me groove to de tune
Makes me shine like de sun in de sky
I dance like I’m free
I can twirl, I can boogie
That’s what I do
But music has to end
My soul goes grey
And it’s time to let go
Of the headphones
Of my freedom
For another day
By Nikita Richards, Cajarna Quinlan and Asia Alli-Padruth
My City
I imagine my city all set
with vibrant shades of colour,
I design buildings
with angles and curves,
I rub out smog
and doodle crystal skies,
And paint the concrete floor
squares of the brightest hues,
I sculpt my city eccentric,
unique
But then…
You rub out my vibrant hues
and brush the walls dull instead,
You change the buildings
to be average and common,
You dab a sludge of smog
across the sky,
You stain the floor
with lines of vast dirt,
Now it is just ordinary,
indistinct
My perfect city is changed.
By Helina Gelawdious, Year 5
Feeling the Beat
Music is the beat
that makes you move your feet.
Jumping up and down
Spinning around and round.
Music is the beat
that makes you move your feet.
Strutting and grooving
is the way you’re choosing.
Music is the beat
that makes you move your feet
Buses, trains and busy streets
Wherever, there’s music playing sweet.
Music is the beat
that makes you move your feet.
Jazz, reggae, blues and soul
Punk, hip-hop, rock and roll.
Whatever the music
Whatever the beat
Whatever the song
Remember to...move your feet!
By Ellie Sweet and Lilia Bisnath, Year 5
A Recipe for Dance
Mix together
A tablespoon of shake
A dash of bop
Then pour in
A slosh of groove
A dollop of jump
Next whisk together
A cup of tap
A ladle of jig
Afterwards sprinkle in
A pinch of strut
A teaspoon of twist
Finally bake it together
For a bold, eclectic
Dish called Dance
(Best served hot)
By David Almeida, Year 5
The Art Policy
This is North Kensington’s art policy,
The rules apply to everybody,
The brightness needs to provide light,
A light that shines through the night,
The patterns need to stand out,
So the patterns gets shown all about,
This is our art policy,
The rules apply to everybody.
By Harrison Harwood-Pike and Orane Robinson, Year 5
A Stranger Painted
I’m from Ladbroke Grove,
A stranger once painted,
He sketched the future of my city,
Painted buildings in bright hues,
Decorated walls with shapes and patterns,
Shaded faces skin colours of the world,
He rubbed out grey smog
And brushed skies blue,
He sculpted a city
interesting and unique
But then.
You drew the future of my city
as dull as dull can be,
You painted buildings in drabbest hues,
You built walls boring and plain,
You shaded all faces white,
Forgot to sketch plants and trees,
You sculpted a city
ordinary and common
By Aaliya Bishop, Year 5
My Music
Music fills the streets:
Vibrates in pothole water-puddles,
Paint smears: store front reflections,
Sound races across walls, floods eardrums –
takes on new meaning in a creative world
where meaning is too often forgotten.
My music is better
than proud
There is the sound of the groove
Rhythm pounding against my heart
BOOM! BOOM! picks up the room
Created by a bass line rendition.
Music belongs where freedom
is a sound of defiance.
BOOM! BOOM! picks up the room.
By Kheira Houngan, Year 5
Art Recipe
Heat up a range of hues,
a pattern
a shape
Mash up pieces of green,
an emerald
a lime
Spread bold graffiti
onto a sculptor
a wall.
Melt designs and doodles
onto buildings
and in parks.
Finally, bake together
for a city of
delicious imagination.
By Chelsea Odunsi, Year 5
Autumn Leaves
Ruby leaves
Amber leaves
Crunchy leaves
Falling leaves
The leaves are walking
The leaves are jumping
The leaves are dancing
The leaves are skipping
by Ousmani, Year 1
Kensal’s Autumn Leaves
Leaves crawling down the roads
Leaves jumping on the pavement
Leaves dancing in the in the air
Leaves skipping in the park
Leaves doing cartwheels
Leaves flying
Leaves running
Leaves everywhere
By Lael Daniel Berhe, Year 1
Crunchy Leaves
Yellow leaves
Ruby leaves
Green leaves
Orange leaves
Golden leaves
Scarlet leaves
Vibrant leaves
Crunchy leaves
by Shaquille, Year 1
Autumn Leaves
Ruby leaves
Bronze leaves
Scattered leaves
Yellow leaves
The leaves are in the road
The leaves are walking
The leaves are running
The leaves are somersaulting
By Akeera Belfon-George, Year 1
Autumn Leaves on Golborne Streets
Crunchy leaves
Red leaves
Yellow leaves
Golden leaves
Leaves walking down the pavement
Leaves crossing the road.
Leaves crawling into cars.
Leaves flying like Batman.
By Tia, Tommy, Angelinou, Zainab, Kyra, Year 1
I Am
I am the beat that creates dance in the streets
I am the vibration that unites the nation
I am the food, jerk chicken, rice and peas,
I am the spirit that creates communication,
I am the air that sways in the trees,
I am the drum that was used in plantations,
Guess who it is, yes it’s me,
My name is Carnival with a capital C.
By Ajani Craig, Year 6
Carnival You Intrigue Me
Carnival you intrigue me,
draw me to the rhythm of your beat
You make me wanna dance all night long
Smelling jerk chicken and tropical drinks
Swaying your body like leaves on the trees
I’d wear a feathered headdress without caring
Mesmerized by the floats, passing by
Looking from above…
Oh Carnival, you look beautiful.
Carnival, you’re my home.
By Ahlam Yusef Year 6
If Life was a Carnival
If life was a carnival,
Everyday
I’d enjoy the beat of drums,
The rhythm of music,
The hyperkinetic racket of shouts,
If life was a carnival,
Everyday
I’d observe the colours of the rainbow
floating down the street.
The shining costumes
glinting in the sun.
If life was a carnival
Everyday
I’d feel the smell of food
tickling my taste buds.
If life was a carnival,
I’d be myself,
Not care what others think.
By Jessica Djalo, Year 6
The Writer of this Poem
The write of this poem is
As pretty as a flower
As funny as a clown
As brave as a bear
As quiet as a mouse
As tall as a tree
As smart as a teacher
As helpful as a star
As friendly as a dolphin
By Sara Zouaoui, Year 2
Sounds in my Local Area
The
The
The
The
The
playground…
laughing of the children
chatting of the adults
clicking of the skipping ropes
whistling of the whistle
The park…
The chirping of the birds
The rustling of the wind
The rippling of the water
The crunching of the leaves
The road…
The slamming of the doors
The roaring of the cars
The shouting of the fruit man
The rattling of the keys
By Katherine Law, Year 2
Park Sounds
The tweeting of the birds
The kicking of the ball
The clicking of the rope
The chatting of the children
The rattling of he gate
The splashing of the water
The swaying of the trees
The crunching of the leaves
By Tayla Scott-Ramsay, Year 2
The Writer of this Poem
The write of this poem is…
As beautiful as a fairy
As amazing as an artist
As funny as a clown
As arty as a painting
As brave as a lion
As smart as a suit
As fit as a footballer
By Le'Tia Manswell-Fletcher, Year 2
Park Noises
The
The
The
The
The
The
The
The
kicking of footballs
screaming of children
banging of feet
chatting of adults
silence of the garden
crunching of the leaves
barking of the dog
laughing of everyone
By Natheniel, Year 2
The Writer of this Poem
The writer of this poem is
As brave as a lion
As crazy as a clown
As
As
As
As
As
kind as a parent
beautiful as a queen
shiny as a star
helpful as a grown up
healthy as an apple
By Tilly Corcoran Year 2
The Noises I Hear
In the playground I hear
The whipping of the skipping rope
The whooping of the children
The slapping of the balls
The laughing of the teachers
In the park I hear
The creaking of gates
The splashing of the water
The crunching of ice cream cones
The swishing of leaves
On Golborne Road I hear
The tinkle of coffee pouring
The slam of doors
The shouting of stallholders
The sounds of engines roar!
By Muniro Djalo Year 2
North Kensington: All these new faces
We received a call
from the Mother
Land
To help rebuild –
rebuild the empire
Danger, courage,
the challenge
The outside came
from the unknown
What kind of
creatures are
they?
When we
disembarked, the
fear of unknown ate
our souls
We said hello
Silence
We ate their souls
By Ahlam, Year 6
The Caribbean vs North Kensington
It was a call
It wasn’t no call
A call from the
Motherland we could
not let them down
We never needed help
– they let us down
When we got off the
boat we saw cold
stares and deep
frowns.
Rejected by landlords
Stares of confusion
We weren’t in pain we
didn’t give out a yelp
Ruined buildings
Shooing blacks away
Rent of higher price
The rent was cheap
A house infested with
bugs and mice
You bought us trouble
fear and thieves
Hope for work
Longer hours less pay
Taking our jobs
Hope for our children –
a better today
That’s what you get
This is our home North
Kensington
By Ajani, Year 6
The Life of North Kensington
The ‘Motherland’
called us we couldn’t
decline
We fear them dwelling
here
We docked with no
band or flag
Weird faces
Strange faces we stare
at them with no reason
Dropped off like a
pile of rubbish
We should have
reason
Why are we here?
We are short of workers
We want a job
We fear they will take
our jobs
We live in constant
fear
This is the life of
North Kensington
By Amira, Year 6
Jamaica vs North Kensington
An invite
To come to
England
A calling from the
“Motherland”
An invasion
A calling from us
A big mistake
What will come?
I’m gaining a job
I need a job
I’m losing a job
Not even a house
A squalor of a house
An underground
bunker
Baths outside
Five to a room
More rent for us
Cramped spaces
Belongings on the
street
Black on the street
Money is a
struggle
By Annalise & Sara, Year 6
North Kensington: All has changed
A call for help
A piece of hope
A suspicion that
grows
An invitation
A glimpse of the
future
For an invasion
Ramshackle houses
Higher rents
A sea of rodents
10 to a room
Bathrooms outside
Evicted quickly
Kitchen on landing
New workers
Long hours, low pay
Short hours, high pay
Building legacies for
the rest
We can’t pay rent
Finding jobs
Doors slammed
Fear of the unknown
Stares of confusion
Different lives
North Kensington:
All has changed.
Different style
By Asmaa, Year 6
We can pay rent
Gaining money
Slammed hands
Different clothing
What happens next?
Too good to be true.
A calling from
England
Choices are going
through our heads
Our lives under pressure
The visions are
blurred
What happens next?
They’ve arrived
Whites ignore us
Turned away from
houses
Renting poor spaces
Kitchen on the
landing
Future holds a mystery
Deafening silence
Five to a room
Blacks have to pay more!
Longing for work
A better future
Construct a legacy
Migrants in hospital
Slammed doors
Not Normal
By Carys, Year 6
No black workers
All these New Faces
The ‘motherland’
called us. They
needed help. A
glimpse of luck.
Rejected from the
landlords.
Ramshackle houses.
The suspicion grows
larger
They have arrived. From a
faraway island.
Strange faces
Children playing on the
streets. There are
bathrooms outside.
Optimistic for work.
A better future.
Long hours but less
money.
On the tube, in the
hospitals
Sons died during the war.
New people everywhere.
Different clothing
Different food
Different music
Different clothing
All in all, different
cultures. Stares
everywhere. All
these new faces in
North Kensington.
By Daisy, Year 6
The Call
They called for us
We called for them
No hesitation
No registration
We came to them
They came to us
Glimpse of hope
We needed help so we called
Abracadabra here comes
fools
I can’t believe it we
were such fools
We came to England
with such a shock
We were never a part of
the flock
Our legacy starts and
ends right here
We lost so many here comes
more
This is not what we bargained
for
Standing strong for the
nation
That’s right, time to fear
Only a penny to buy a
beer
We live in the dark, the
shadow, the shade
The blacks have nothing to do
but fade
We live in constant fear
of a raid
If we’re clever, we can
make a stand, something
smart something grand
This will end here
They’re planning something
smart I can feel it
Hunt them down make them
feel it
By Finlay & Joshua, Year 6
Not normal?
Too good to be
true
Choices is going
through our heads
The visions are
blurred
What happened next?
White ignore us
Deafening silence
Five to a room
Renting poor
Migrants in hospital
Longing for work
Slammed doors
Not normal
By Emad, Year 6
London Against Jamaica
The ‘’ Motherland ‘’ called
us
Our country needed help
We couldn’t let them down
We tried our hardest
We were proud to answer
Well at least it is over
Smiling for the future
Hoping for the future
A helping hand
We arrived
They arrived
A sea of whites
A sea of blacks
We wanted to run
We wanted to fight
We couldn’t though
Our houses are poor
Silence
We couldn’t though
They’re going to fall
A bathroom outside
It has to end
A kitchen in the corridor
Why do we feel sorry?
Ten in one room
Ramshackle houses
Help is the word
Broken hearts
Hate is all we got
Tears all day
We express it with our fist
How can we live
How can we live
Live like this
By Faye & Yusuf, Year 6
North Kensington: All These New Faces
It was a call
It wasn’t a call.
A call from the
Motherland. We
couldn’t let them
We never
down.
needed help
They let
us down.
When I got off
the boat we saw
Stares of
cold stares and a
Confusion…
sea of deep
frowns.
We weren’t in
pain we didn’t
give out a yelp it
was a shame.
Ruined Buildings…
Rejected from
landlords.
Shooing blacks
away.
Rent of higher
price
The rent was
cheap.
A house infested
with bugs and
mice.
You brought me
fear, trouble and
thieves.
By Jessica, Year 6
North Kensington: All new cultures
Difference
One day they called us,
A call for help the
‘Mother Land’ needed
to repopulate,
Hopefully, setting
ashore
Strange faces
The aliens arrived on
our shores
Turned away from
homes
Ruined buildings
Renting poor houses
Bathroom outside
Kids playing in the
streets
We still hope we work
Five to a room
I hope we have a
better future
All our sons never to
see again
New faces everywhere
No more jobs to go
around
Low pays, so long hours
On the tube, in hospital
Slammed doors
Slammed fist
Closed faces
No more humiliation
North Kensington: All
new cultures
By Kai, Year 6
Different music
Different food
Different clothing