Category Archives: Rafiki Champion Poems/Written Pieces

A selection of poems and written pieces created by our community champions.

Your Child – Shade Philips

YOUR CHILD

Your child is a blessing
a beautiful present
a bundle of joy heaven sent,
they eat your food and
wet your bed,
they grow up fast and
don’t pay rent.

© Shade Philips

Seasons – Shade Philips

SEASONS

Spring makes the flowers bloom on the end of winters tale
Summer comes bursting through which encourages
us to smile,
Autumn creeps up and stays awhile,
Winter engulfs us, windy ,rainy snowy
Siberian style.

© Shade Philips 2013

Spring cleaning the stress away

When I’m stressed I raid my CD stash, pull out an old album (Pink – Can’t take me home, Destiny’s Child – The Writings on the Wall and TLC – Fanmail are all infallible favourites). I turn the volume up load and go on what can only be described as a cleaning and de-cluttering rampage! Being a lover of music, it definitely is my personal therapy.

Talking about this is in last week’s Stress Management session at St Giles proved ample inspiration for a poem in a writing session led by Shade, one of Rafiki’s extremely talented champions. It must’ve been good as I even managed to relax enough to write a poem which rhymes! Thanks to Shade for her perceptive approach to the poetry session, drawing out themes and ideas based on our discussion. I’m certainly no Shakespeare but it was a cathartic experience all the same. Here’s my poem!

Spring cleaning the stress away…

Clear out the clutter
Clear out the stress
This is where I go
When my head is a mess

Straight to the source
For me this is kind
‘Cos for me a cluttered house
Is quite simply a cluttered mind

Pull it all out
Starting from scratch
Reorder the mayhem
So peace I can catch

Sometimes I’ll create it
So that I can make it
Disappear from sight
So I can sleep at night

So bring on the clutter
Send it all my way
Let me sieve through it
To keep the stress at bay.

By Nayo Hunt

Too Stressed to Speak – Dawn Miller

Too Stressed to Speak…..

Too stressed to speak,
my work load is mounting,
I’ve deadlines to meet,
paying the rent, and bills that won’t keep.

My neighbour blasts his music at night
but for now, I don’t have the strength to fight
instead I lay tense like a wind up toy
wondering how much more I can take.

My phone unnerves me, it is not my friend
Each time I hear the shrill sound
I wait for it to end
the voicemail asks;
Where are you?
You’re not taking your calls!
All I can do is stare at the walls

I can’t eat, yet anxiety eats away at me
Try as I might I can’t concentrate
Things that gave pleasure I now can’t tolerate
The pressure inside is mounting
it’s too much to bear.

The books say, relax and exercise
this will help reduce the signs
I think about happier times I’ve had
I pack a bag with that in mind
hours later I stroll along a Devon beach
I smile, I’m calm and more at peace.

© Dawn Miller

YOUR CHILD – SHADE PHILLIPS

Your child is a blessing
a beautiful present
a bundle of joy heaven sent,
they eat your food and
wet your bed,
they grow up fast and
don’t pay rent.

©Shade Phillips

SEASONS – Shade Phillips

Spring makes the flowers bloom on the end of winters tale
Summer comes bursting through which encourages
us to smile,
Autumn creeps up and stays awhile,
Winter engulfs us, windy ,rainy snowy
Siberian style.

© Shade Phillips

I Am Me – Natasha McVytie

I am a black woman who has had my fare share of ups and downs. I have learnt many lessons on the way, trust no one but myself it’s a hard lesson to learn. Yes I do feel alone at times but it better to feel lonely than to feel hurt all over again it’s about letting go.

You may look at me and think I’m big and strong and yes I am on the outside but inside is a much different story.
Every day is a new lesson is learnt I become wiser and wiser to the outside world and its negative behaviour.

As they say what doses not kill you only make you stronger.
I can say that because that’s how I feel.
How I feel matters to me and no one else will, I must take control of my life and move forward with the life lesson I have learnt so far.
I am a black women with feelings and emotions who will express myself in many different ways.

Why do I feel Trapped – Natasha McVytie

WHY DO I FEEL TRAPPED

Why do I feel trapped with emotions all the times, I feel like a ticking time bomb any day or minute
I’m going to blow. I need to take control over my life.
Why do I get into theses things and end up feeling bad, what’s really wrong with me??
Things need to change life must be better than this. Feeling sorry for myself, need to get on with life.
How? Don’t know because things still upset me I admit im a very emotional person. I can’t help that so what am I to do am.
Why do I feel small to every one like their words are every thing, why do I care about what’s others think or say about me. Why do I take it on board and let it effect me. KMT IM SO FOOLISH.
Need to let go of so much, just let it go cah it hurts me and no one really cares.

The Voice (Share, don’t suffer in silence) – Yewande Adeluwoye

The Voice

Thoughts and voices, buzzing around in his head
Contemplating what he should do next?
Depression and anxiety, building up in his mind.
Trying to cope with the 9-5 grind.
On the outside successful and has it all,
On the inside raging, outside demeanour cool
Why do I feel like this ?
He continues to ask.
It was the ghosts that haunt him from the distant past.
Childhood neglect, low self esteem and abuse.
Vowed as an adult, will never used.
They say big boys don’t cry.
However he knows this a lie
Too busy to sit down and too busy to be stressed.
Everyone round him, he needs to impress.
The voice inside him, screams out loud.
You have nothing to be ashamed of, you should be proud.
A problem shared, is a problem halved.
So he takes the step and looks through his mobile phone.
Wonders if his best mate is at home.
He takes a deep breathe and begins to dial.
Has been holding all these feelings in for a long while.
“Hi Jamal, is it OK to talk?”
“Furthermore bredren , lets go for a walk”

(Share, don’t suffer in silence)

Yewande Alise Adeluwoye ©

Too stressed to speak – Shadey Phillips

Too Stressed to Speak

Too stressed to speak
This moment seems bleak
The light, for some, shall always shine
I’m sure one day, so will mine.

Too stressed to speak
I’m momentarily weak
I crave peace this moment in time,
I’m sure one day all will be fine.

Too stressed to speak
I won’t accept defeat
The sun shines high beautiful and bright
Hell yeah, now I’m gonna fight.

Shadey Phillips ©