Collage (2025)
I come to you in anger and exhaustion and in the acknowledgment that nothing can repair or new development codesigned-away the childhood and teenagehood lost to the feeling of you realising how little this council/government/country thinks you deserve, not even safe roof over your head.
As child, I was known to always be sick with colds and sleeping in a cold, damp and mouldy room, gaslight by the council about how bad the mould is in the house(Have you thought about not cooking so much in the house ? Might be making the mould worse?). Doctors notes written in vain because who really cares about another Black working class family in a mouldy house.
One thing I would think about was my lungs growing up, how much my environment was putting them through it and if my environment was the reason I ever ended up in early grave then maybe justice can be served ? But deaths of those in social housing as a result of neglectful landlords means the best they can do is a Law named after you and the worst is that they let your killers fail upwards.
If my housing contributed to my death, I wanted revenge. Let all those housing surveyors,over paid council heads, out of touch mayor, always photo op ready mp and useless revolving door of politicians/ part time landlords within parliament BE FED MY LUNGS.