This is poem that will feature in ‘My World’
Text copyright © Helen Ingram 2014
Distan’ vacan’ memories,
Fallen in’er da elite masses,
As old tradishuns fade an’ die,
Like i’ was any surprise.
Feelin’ like a victim,
In yaaahr own clothed disguise,
Unable ter seek,
What yaaahr parents worked for.
You can only ‘ope,
And wonder deese streets,
In seach ov aaahr political freedom,
Our moufs restricted,
Pride, communi’y ties,
As technology now supplies.
As yew walk,
You feel like bangers and mash,
Shop front, porno mag, awer geek,
Whatever yaaahr look.
Bein’ cockney just means,
You are da one,
To da glory fame.