Creative Writing Competition
LitFest 2024
“My voice, my words” – Poetry and Rap Challenge
A compilation of your poems / rap songs
LitFest 2024
“My voice, my words” – Poetry and Rap Challenge
A compilation of your poems / rap songs
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(Verse 1)
In the city where the rain falls, hear the beat calling,
From the streets to the buildings, where dreams keep stalling.
I'm on a mission, ambition, no time for division,
Crafting rhymes, staying clean, that's my own decision.
(Chorus)
UK vibes, clean and true,
Rap with respect, that's how we do.
No explicit lines, just positive signs,
In this lyrical journey, where the sun always shines.
(Verse 2)
Walking through the struggle, but I'm keeping my stride,
On this London ride, where dreams coincide.
No need for profanity, let the rhythm be my vanity,
Crafting verses, painting pictures with clarity.
In the city where the rain falls, hear the beat calling,
From the streets to the buildings, where dreams keep stalling.
I'm on a mission, ambition, no time for division,
Crafting rhymes, staying clean, that's my own decision.
(Chorus)
UK vibes, clean and true,
Rap with respect, that's how we do.
No explicit lines, just positive signs,
In this lyrical journey, where the sun always shines.
(Verse 2)
Walking through the struggle, but I'm keeping my stride,
On this London ride, where dreams coincide.
No need for profanity, let the rhythm be my vanity,
Crafting verses, painting pictures with clarity.
(Verse 1)
In the city where the rain falls, hear the beat calling,
From the streets to the buildings, where dreams keep stalling.
I'm on a mission, ambition, no time for division,
Crafting rhymes, staying clean, that's my own decision.
(Chorus)
UK vibes, clean and true,
Rap with respect, that's how we do.
No explicit lines, just positive signs,
In this lyrical journey, where the sun always shines.
(Verse 2)
Walking through the struggle, but I'm keeping my stride,
On this London ride, where dreams coincide.
No need for profanity, let the rhythm be my vanity,
Crafting verses, painting pictures with clarity.
In the city where the rain falls, hear the beat calling,
From the streets to the buildings, where dreams keep stalling.
I'm on a mission, ambition, no time for division,
Crafting rhymes, staying clean, that's my own decision.
(Chorus)
UK vibes, clean and true,
Rap with respect, that's how we do.
No explicit lines, just positive signs,
In this lyrical journey, where the sun always shines.
(Verse 2)
Walking through the struggle, but I'm keeping my stride,
On this London ride, where dreams coincide.
No need for profanity, let the rhythm be my vanity,
Crafting verses, painting pictures with clarity.
(Bridge)
Elevate the game, break free from the norm,
Clean lyrics, like a calming storm.
No need for curses, just weaving verses,
In this UK rap, where unity disperses.
(Chorus)
UK vibes, clean and true,
Rap with respect, that's how we do.
No explicit lines, just positive signs,
In this lyrical journey, where the sun always shines.
(Outro)
So let the beat drop, as the story unfolds,
Clean UK rap, breaking the moulds.
In every word, a tale to be told,
In this rhythm and rhyme, my legacy holds.
Hayan K, 7M5
Elevate the game, break free from the norm,
Clean lyrics, like a calming storm.
No need for curses, just weaving verses,
In this UK rap, where unity disperses.
(Chorus)
UK vibes, clean and true,
Rap with respect, that's how we do.
No explicit lines, just positive signs,
In this lyrical journey, where the sun always shines.
(Outro)
So let the beat drop, as the story unfolds,
Clean UK rap, breaking the moulds.
In every word, a tale to be told,
In this rhythm and rhyme, my legacy holds.
Hayan K, 7M5
Me
A British-Pakistani girl,
sitting there watching herself curl,
questioning her identity,
that girl is me.
Looking at herself in the mirror,
feeling like an outsider,
being stuck in the middle,
considering her fragmented identity,
that girl is me.
Not knowing what way to follow,
seeing her heart empty and hollow,
whether to eat a sandwich,
or Pakistani rice,
still feeling like she has no identity,
that girl is me.
A British-Pakistani girl,
sitting there watching herself curl,
questioning her identity,
that girl is me.
Looking at herself in the mirror,
feeling like an outsider,
being stuck in the middle,
considering her fragmented identity,
that girl is me.
Not knowing what way to follow,
seeing her heart empty and hollow,
whether to eat a sandwich,
or Pakistani rice,
still feeling like she has no identity,
that girl is me.
Me
A British-Pakistani girl,
sitting there watching herself curl,
questioning her identity,
that girl is me.
Looking at herself in the mirror,
feeling like an outsider,
being stuck in the middle,
considering her fragmented identity,
that girl is me.
Not knowing what way to follow,
seeing her heart empty and hollow,
whether to eat a sandwich,
or Pakistani rice,
still feeling like she has no identity,
that girl is me.
A British-Pakistani girl,
sitting there watching herself curl,
questioning her identity,
that girl is me.
Looking at herself in the mirror,
feeling like an outsider,
being stuck in the middle,
considering her fragmented identity,
that girl is me.
Not knowing what way to follow,
seeing her heart empty and hollow,
whether to eat a sandwich,
or Pakistani rice,
still feeling like she has no identity,
that girl is me.
Still trying to figure out the riddle of her life,
feeling like she will never survive,
people simply telling her to choose a culture,
while she is afraid it might ruin her future,
longing to figure out her identity,
that girl is me.
Trying to uncurl herself,
or getting out of her outer shell,
feeling like she will fail,
or if her parents are on her trail,
giving up on her long-lost identity,
that girl is me.
Aiza K, 7M4
feeling like she will never survive,
people simply telling her to choose a culture,
while she is afraid it might ruin her future,
longing to figure out her identity,
that girl is me.
Trying to uncurl herself,
or getting out of her outer shell,
feeling like she will fail,
or if her parents are on her trail,
giving up on her long-lost identity,
that girl is me.
Aiza K, 7M4
Notes: This is a poem about identity and is inspired by Moniza Alvi's poem "Presents from my aunts in Pakistan". The message of this poem is "Be who you want to be, just be proud of it".
The rain falls so elegantly
Like an angel falling to its death
The rain bounces off the ground
Shattering into smaller bits
Staring through the window
Raindrops racing to the
bottom like it's their
only purpose in life
Like an angel falling to its death
The rain bounces off the ground
Shattering into smaller bits
Staring through the window
Raindrops racing to the
bottom like it's their
only purpose in life