Lisa Anderson Poems

If you don’t like me
Don’t speak to me
No need to try and pull my friends away from me
Allow trying to spread stupid little rumours about me
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They come and go
But your family are always their
You know you can turn to them whenever you want
Relationships don’t last forever
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Us kids need to stop the violence
Put the guns and knives down
And study our books or get a job
Killing young innocent people don’t change any thing
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I have finally realised that
One argument can cause so much stress
They can cause fights
The fights will turn people against each other
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I don’t feel like myself,
I feel like I have been stored on a shelf
I feel like a deserted island
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Every word has a different affect
On different people and on diriment races
Some words make you smile
Others make you frown
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I think I am ready to let you go
I am completely over you
Well at least I think I think I am
When I see you
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In the windows of a grimy tower block, the baying mob swamed all over the sobbing, innocent schoolgirl, like a feral dogs and savagely stole her childhood.
Again, and again, and again they took turns to violate the 14 year old innocence and knifepoint. There was 6 of them and one of her.
As she shrunk into a ball pleading for mercy, she was frog-marched around the grim east London estate in a two tour display of depravity that will shock all of you who dare to read this.
Today all she does is cuddle her pink teddy bear whet she has had since she was 3 years old. In the polices housing what has become her world.
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Pants hanging low,
smoking some dro
If they are wearing a pink shirt,
they will come and flirt
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You remind me of the stars,
And you sent me to mars.
You make me feel unique,
And I like your technique.
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