Karl said, let's go and pinch clothes off the washing lines
Laughing I was like, yer right; sounds great!
Of course I went along
You got to be part of it, or you're out of it
So we went skipping through streets in the winter's dark
Ducking, diving, grabbing, laughing
Trying to find family's clothes to replace the ones we didn't have
We jumped over fences sneaked round corners
Laughed our hearts out when we saw Karl appear with a sheep skin rug
We were like, what the fuck do you want with that?
It didn't matter
We just wanted to grab anything
Fill the empty fucking hole
The cupboard for supper time wasn't open for a good few hours yet
So like a tornado we twisted around in a swirl
of stolen clothes
It was fantastic
For one night we didn't give a fuck
Laughed, dived, ducked
Scuffed out the chalked lines of abuse
that were often scrawled on the pavement
Funny you would think I would remember what they wrote exactly,
but I don't
Sky Hawkins is a poet and performer who has headlined events across the North East, and won numerous slams.
Also known as The Word Bird, Sky has won awards for her writing development work with disadvantaged and excluded young people. In 2014 she premiered a unique arts and spoken word crossover show Seeing Voices, where she performed her gritty and socially relevant poems as a life model.
Sky is currently working on forthcoming collections of poems about the cycle of domestic violence, and her experience of growing up in the care system.
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At the children's home © 2015 Sky Hawkins: used with permission.
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