W'SUP Print Edition Autumn 2019

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POEMS

Youhavethepower

They know all your information

What you look up on the internet What you buy online.

They can hear you Who?

The powerful people

They listen to what you say thenadvertise to you Why? I won't buy it. Ionly have a bit of cash.

They will get you into debt: Credit cards

I don't want it. I won't buy it. They can hear you now. They know lots about you.

Nothing to know

I went to the loo, slept and ate. Who cares? there is nothing to know about me

Just switch it off

-byAbigailNash

APlacewhereI could peacefullydream

I lost my home, Most of my hope.

I'm surprised how Iam still running, Without tears, I'm still crying.

My childhood's becoming a blur, At the top of my lungs I want to scream. I lost the place where I grew up, A place where I could peacefully dream.

The lots, the blocks and the alleys, Here we made so many memories. A few of 'em we regret but the rest we cherish.

Now I'm half a worldaway, with an ocean in between.

Seeking a new home, A place where I can peacefully dream.

-byJihan Mujahid

AttheParty

At the party you can skim rocks across the sea of heads that bob and roll to the ebb of music. Sepulchral lighting shows contours of cheeks chiselled with foundation. Pinpoints of neon in eyes ink black like a thermonuclear fusion of hydrogen and helium burning eternal in the vacuum of eternity.

This space between us is an ocean of pressing flesh; song pulls at the crowd in great celestial tides. You rotate, accelerating out of orbit, inparadox. Centripetal force withers against you, elemental independence like man-made spires withstanding the puII of entropy and becoming sand.

Each body now a drifting segment in a belt that straddles the vacuum left by your hale exit. This relationship between us like moon and sea; distantly drags one after other, the physics of lust, an unrequited dance demonstrating the way of all things.

- byLuke Bartolo

Iamnotscared

I am scared, I am afraid, I am terrified.

Of the dailyscrutiny, The frequent bully, The constant oppression.

For every step I take, They pull me back two. Forcing me to hide and never try. They try to find a fault, A pathetic attempt. To feel a little better about themselves.

Putting us closer to the ground, Makes them feel a little closer to the sky. All this does is make us never want to try.

- byJihan Mujahid

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