This is Poem 4

Stretch Marks

 

They stretch for miles and miles

They never end

 Always there every fucking where

My body a prisoner of exterior

Never going swimming ever again

Say goodbye to beaches and pools

To Margate and Blackpool

Empty your wardrobes of shirts and shorts

Burn your vests and skirts

Mourn the death of your skin

Turn it off and put on your long sleeves

Run in woolly jumpers in thirty flame heat

Understand that these arms will never again go on display

 

The BAJRAMI

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