This is a disability assessment 

This is a disability assessment
This is for Personal Independence Payment
This is death
This is humiliation 
This is judgement day 
This is the fine line between scrounger and innocent 
This is the difference between food bank or a food shop
This is being able to heat your home
This is the key your freedom 
This is the key your destitution
This is your fate- decided
This is a prompt for a UN enquiry
This is a test 

This is a trial 

This is ‘yes’ ‘no’ ‘sometimes’

This is the way the government defines disability
This is wrong 
This needs to stop 
This kills disabled people
When will that be enough?

Image credit: http://www.scriptonitedaily.com/2013/03/29/our-last-good-friday-easter-monday-beginning-of-the-end-for-uk-poor/

An attempt at a poem about the world 🌎 

Can you help me?

It’s just the world has changed and I am not sure I recognise it anymore 

At what point did the sea

Pure and cleansing 

Begin washing up the bodies of those escaping war?
When did it begin, I ask

That the notion of fearing and berating those of another skin colour 

Became the norm 

“No dogs, No blacks, no Irish”
Is this soon set in stone?

“No dogs, no Muslims, no refugees”

At what point will the world stop turning?

When will bombs stop falling in the name of peace?

Never has the shakesperian phrase been so true

That there are indeed daggers in men’s smiles

They gleam in the mouths of corrupt politicians 

Who put money before the masses

Can you help me please?

For I, like many

Am lost and afraid


[apologies, it’s been awhile. Third year of uni is tooo busy. I just sort of jotted this out!]