“Dark Days and Crazy Times” – A poem to be spoken aloud
Inspired by Kate Tempest’s gig at Concorde 2, Brighton, 10/02/15.
Kate Tempest inspires me
She makes me think, she makes me care
The way she speaks and how it fills the air
Her passion, her drive, her sense of self
Belief is important to maintain good health
Be that mental, physical or whatever
Both matter so much in this adverse weather
The climate of the world is fucked
Social, political, environmental, the lot.
There’s plenty of others who inspire me too
Hundreds, a thousand maybe, but I’ll stick to a few
My mum, my sister, my family and friends
The doctors and nurses and people that mend
I’m inspired by teachers and artists alike
By the women who a century ago chained themselves to spikes
By the people who speak out for those in need
No matter the cost in pursuit of the deed
Those who put their safety on the line
To help the victims of horrendous crimes
We live in a society where we put people to shame
The person who was raped is clearly to blame
The girl was drunk and she wore a short skirt
And the boy looked good in his tight jeans and shirt.
So, with so many inspiring people out there
How can it seem like the world doesn’t care?
Speaking out frequently leads to being trolled
Death threats on the internet, yeah you’ve been told
They wouldn’t be so bad in person I think you’d find
Not knowing or caring of the person behind
‘Back in your place little girl, that’s it stay quiet
God all you women think you’re like Pussy Riot’
‘Oh no, I’m not one them of me,
I love my man, you’re just a feminazi’
You’ll have to excuse me; I don’t mean to be rude
But seriously you’re comparing equality with the slaughter of Jews?
Yeah I’m a feminist but that doesn’t mean I hate men
In fact you know, I love quite a lot of them
And I think really you know that that is the case
It’s just another curse of the human race
To always see the worst in things
To blame and accuse to accept our feelings
Feelings of jealousy and incomprehension
When really you’re just not paying attention
We’re all so insular, look at me!
For Christ’s sake you can buy sticks to help you take a selfie.
Well perhaps if we weren’t so busy taking pics
We’d all notice the things in the world that are pretty sick
And I don’t mean sick like down with the kids
But sick as in the countries who are so off the grid
That they don’t have food to eat or clean drinking water
As the western world steals their nutrition, munching on quinoa.
“These are Dark days and we live in crazy times”
And no I can’t hope to fix it with a few words that rhyme
But maybe, just maybe if we hear a little a more, open our eyes and see
We can all be inspired like Kate Tempest inspired me.
By Charlotte Dearing
Charlotte is a theatre practitioner who trained at Rose Bruford College on the American Theatre Arts degree. She has directed multiple youth theatre productions and produced, wrote and directed her first adult show Nights at the Music Hall for Brighton fringe 2014. This is her first try at Spoken Word Poetry.
Artwork by Georgia Flowers