NAZIRA'S NOTEBOOK

Tag: #writing

  • The P Word

    I had my first adulthood P word at the age of forty-three, Walking around in Birmingham – centre of city. I couldn’t quite believe it when the man said to me As we passed each other on the street, ‘Move it, Paki.’ Not that it was the first time I’d ever heard it, you see →

  • Goodbye

    Is it time for goodbye? It seems too soon. We have just come to be But the signs say I must move on. I cannot stay forever In this place I shouldn’t have entered, Having trespassed boundaries Invisible yet plainly there. I must return to the road Set out for me. Forget I knew you. →

  • Shard of Glass

    So broken, so low No idea where to go Wretched sickness deep within Dirt that just won’t scrub from skin Consuming pain eats alive Cuts at throat with blunt knife Maggots fill the rotting heart Slowly slowly fall apart Love a distant memory Goodness is an enemy Deeply immersed in dark of night Impenetrable to →

  • The Write A Song Song

    The day is done dawning But it’s that kind of morning Where I keep hitting snooze And can’t stop the yawning So I will write myself a song It won’t take very long And it will help me feel alright When I’m feeling all wrong Is this a song though? I don’t really know But →

  • The Joke

    The whole world laughs at me. It says, ‘Look at that woman, Playing the fool, Shedding tears over one who Is oblivious they are being shed. What is the point of that? Why pay for something when You will never receive the goods?’ But my tears, they keep falling. And the world, it keeps on →