Poetry

SIMBA Girl

Written by the Members of SIMBA
on the 21st of June 2005
in memory of Maryam Maule, co-founder of SIMBA

I walk down a road
Of light and brightness
I see a girl with a lot of faith and passion
Love and wonder

This road is long and has an ending
But trials and tribulations dog my journey
And so this girl give me hope
Her memory will be unending

I see beautiful flowers to the left of me
And ugly grey skyscrapers to my right
There are potholes and broken stone beneath me
Still I walk though, still I fight

I didn't meet you, yet still people talk about you
I feel I know you, because your spirit lives on at SIMBA
When I ask about you, you've touched so many
And helped a plenty, got be with you

And I'll say a prayer for you.

SIMBA's Black Space

By Anonymous

A Sanctuary, security
A safe place to be, in harmony
Identity, diversity
A vibrant place - solidarity.
Creativity, spontaneity
An amazing place - excitingly.
Spirituality, community
A special place - lovingly.
Unity, non-judgemental
An important place - definitely

Hospitalised

By Gary E.

Going to work, nearly always late
Humming the latest dub plate
Wanting a car, and a flat not far,
Wanting to live like a superstar
When I came to work, I had the knack
Until I eventually got the sack
Constantly drinking and smoking the herb,
Which was really bad for my nerves.
Nicked by the police for being aggressive,
And then labelled a manic depressive.
Standing up, but never still,
Constantly shaking from all the pills.

I was hospitalised.

All I had was injections,
And on top I was sectioned.
Working out with an unfit friend,
Fighting the flab, when will it end.
And now at least at the end of the day,
I can get my D.L.A.

Largactil Shuffle

By Linden F.

Largactil shuffle in the morning.
Down to breakfast.
I'm addicted to nicotine so I need a fag
To smother the boiled egg and toast.

A cup of bromide tea to wash it all down.
Largactil dribble -
And stuttering
To the people who come to show me some support.

Dinner time, queue up behind all the other inmates
To get the daily gruel.
Eat and spill half over myself
Because I can't feed myself.

Then largactil shuffle back to my room
And throw myself down on my bed
Until they come and get me again for more medication
Largactil shuffle.

Unending largactil shuffle... shuffle... shuffle....