A day in the life of a gypsy I often walk school fields alone,
Just like the roads we choose to roam,
It’s a lonely life for someone like me,
I get pushed around and never let be,
Being called gypsy and pike scum at that,
They spit in my face and knock off my hat,
Mums been to the school had a scream and a shout,
But nothing got logged and no kids got chucked out,
Under the carpet the complaints did go,
And I had to put up with the punches they'd throw,
But today I saw my life pass my eyes,
As I lay on the school field a child despised,
5 kids around me they kicked with shear hate,
Nobody cared I was in such a state,
Why do they hate me I’ve done them no wrong,
I’m here in this school I just want to belong,
I came here to learn how to read and to write,
I did’nt come to learn every day I must fight,
Fight for the right as a child to be free,
To live in piece in this society. A tear As I approach my 13th year,
I stop to reflect and shed a tear,
A tear for those who we have lost,
By racist attacks and lives its cost,
A tear for folk who lost there land,
Now on the road section 61 in their hand,
A tear for those who hide who they are,
In fear of a beating or even a scar,
A tear for a race trying hard to survive,
In a world full of hate and utter despise,
If you thought for a minute this is about you,
I must let you know you’re a gypsy too. FIRE TALES I WATCHED THE ORANGE LIGHT,
A FLICKER FROM A SPARK.
THE SMOKE WAS SLOWLY RISING,
AS THE EVENING DREW TO DARK,
I SAT THERE WITH A CHEAKY SMILE,
AND A STICK TO POKE THE FLAME,
I LISTENED TO THEM TELL THEIR TALES,
AND THE LAUGHTER SURLY CAME,
THEY TOLD OF MANY GENERATIONS,
MANY THAT HAVE PAST,
THEY TOLD THESE TALES WITH PASSION,
KNOWING THEY WILL SURLY LAST,
AS I WALKED OFF TO ME TRAILER,
AND GETTING MESELF IN BED,
I WONDERED WILL MY LIFE AND TRAVELLS,
BE TOLD WHEN I AM DEAD,
THE FIRE IS THE PLACE,
FOR THEM TO KEEP THERE DREAMS ALIVE,
TO TELL THE TALE’S OF MANY A DREAMS,
AND A GENERATION THAT SERVIVED. All poems by Blue Boy |
