SPOTLIGHT: Jemelia Moseley’s new chapbook “Love, Joy, Tears, Beers and Poetry”


I wanted to stop

Take a minute out

But, we have all stopped

Every shop, gym, pub, club is locked

People are losing their livelihoods

People thinking I wish, I coulda, woulda, should

I cannot see a friend

I pray I get to see my ageing Granny again

I’m having nightmares

Actual visions

I feel like I have a Knee on my neck

‘’I can’t breathe’’

I may need a sec

Is the reaper coming for me?

Please, protect my friends and family,

as they go about their day and as they sleep

Worldwide, people losing loved ones and lives

UK, at our peak over a 1000 a night

This is not right

When this is over

I hope we all get to see the light

I hope when we look back,

we realize the NHS and all the Key workers deserve more than a weekly clap

For the sake of the Key workers and our children,

I hope Covid 19 leaves and does not come back

Dear Covid, please leave and do not come back


I closed my eyes

Rewind my mind

To that time

The first time

Innocent and pure

It felt so good against my lips

Taste buds tickled

It drips

A little bit of trickle

It seemed to grant every wish

Every ideology

Not at once but the feeling took control of me

Before I knew it I was drunk

My first time

My first ever glass of wine


I need you

But you don’t come easily

For others you are beautiful and free

To me you are a rare but sweet luxury

I adore you

I wish I could explore more of you

Maybe in you, see the future and the past

See faces that didn’t last

Go to places that I have never been

See things I have never seen

Maybe just dream

Hopefully,  this is not just a dream


One heart


Two paths

Now apart

Sunshine and rain equal rainbows at the start

Now we have thunderstorms and shattered cars

Pavements cracked

Everyone wearing winters hats

Umbrellas up

Sheltering from the storm

At home, wood fires, huddled on the sofa trying to keep warm

Knowing you and I again… will never be our norm


Black is beautiful

Yet they say we’re ugly and cruel

Black is bold

Yet they say we’re aggressive

No help or handouts

Came on the wind rush

But they don’t want to hear our pain

Say it’s depressive

But they keep us in chains

No in-between

We don’t all look or act the same

Yet these constant comparisons are mean

Can’t keep us in chains

We must be heard we must be seen


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