Stop teaching me how to say no
when no sounds too much like go
and I can’t go on
because my skin is now a cemetery
for all the fingerprints that wanted to belong
and I don’t know how I can be transparent anymore
because he’s seen every pore
and stop telling me how to say no
because I don’t think that’s in his vocabulary anymore
stop telling me how to say no and start teaching him no
because I know how to say no but he doesn’t know
what I mean when he’s too busy choking me with his own.
This poem was originally featured in Haringey Unchained, a collective of students aiming to showcase the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form Centre in Tottenham. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London.
We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.