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The Covid-19 crisis has yet again drawn attention to the structural disadvantages of being poor and urban, he points out. My words throughout my journey reading the poems were WOW and DAM because I know the reality of his words. A few decades ago, this would have seemed unimaginable; and Femi unreservedly reminds the reader of the brutality of poverty that has shaped the endz.

In one, he imagines a boy pouring himself into his hood like a raindrop: “Each tree grateful for the / wet boy, unaware that the outside world sees this boy as a / chainsaw. The outcome was violence, communal trauma and a disastrous “othering” that resounded through the news headlines. It is accepted by you that Daunt Books has no control over additional charges in relation to customs clearance. Destroying me’ Michaela Coel’A poet of truth and rage, heartbreak and joy’ Max Porter’It’s simply stunning. Even by using the word ‘poor,’ by emblazing it as the title of his book, Femi announces without apology the lived reality of poverty in the present, not in a Dickensian past.In A Designer Talks of Home / A Resident Talks of Home, Femi overlays one viewpoint of Peckham over another, demonstrating the literal and figurative ways in which the poor have been silenced and buried, bulldozed to make space for market forces. In Coping, he encapsulates the fear that black boys feel when playing out, when the rest of the world pretends to be scared by them, Dark skin boys scare everything in the dark / though really / we’re just trying to scare away the dark. What a thing it was, to be nearly forty, having been an avid reader from childhood, and to finally find, for the first time, my home, a deprived council estate in inner-city southeast London, represented in poetry. On the back of his puffer coat, the word “FANTASTIC” is printed in large white capital letters, and for a split second it shines out from the darkness after Femi himself has disappeared.

Alternatively, implement the practical strategies offered by Alex Quigley in Closing the Reading Gap to help readers get to grips with reading social science texts. His point, he says, is “that often these boys are just as delicate as we can ever imagine them to be.You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice. I grew up in Deptford, a kind of less sexy cousin to Peckham, where Femi’s poems are mostly located. For someone who loved Yeats and Pope and had discovered a reflection of his own experience in TS Eliot’s descriptions of Margate in The Waste Land, it was a bitter disappointment.

I wanted to challenge that discourse – to point out that young boys wearing hoodies don’t carry this innate threat within themselves. I was always masking my abstinence from drug consumption with booze, jokes about getting high from the fumes around me and generally creating a bit of a scene. A book of poetry and photography detailing life in Peckham – a council estate in London – as a poor Black boy, Poor is one of the more evocative and haunting (-ly beautiful) reads of 2020. There are moments throughout that hit you with full force; the book certainly stays with you after completion.I literally gasped/caught my breath/cried as I read Femi’s poetry collection, just as I had gasped/caught my breath/cried watching IMDY.

I am exhausted by the BBC’s continuing charade that black masculinity can only be represented through violence. The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. In its interplay of image and text, of photographic image and poetic image, the book asks us to consider what is seen and unseen, spoken of and concealed; what is, in one of many numinous phrases, "proof of light" . Every good thing that happened on the estate was slammed into conjunction with that mural,” he says. It was an example that Femi would carry with him through an English literature degree and on into a teacher training course at King’s College London, from which he went straight on to teach at a Tottenham comprehensive school.His two-year tenure as young people’s laureate coincided with one of London’s most horrifying urban design disasters, the Grenfell Tower fire. In a poem entitled “Survivor’s Guilt, or Anikulapo” he spells out the emotional toll taken by the deaths that were part of ordinary life for anyone who grew up on the estate: “My presence at funerals felt like bragging … I am a museum of all / The ghosts I could have been.