Contradictions – Kadeem Beresford-James

I’m wearing a hood

and my eyes are glittering.

The world is reflective marble, glistening.


I am moneyed,

and loved,

and have fun.

I’m wearing a hood

and my eyes are glittering.


These sound waves are low,

even though I feel like I’m floating.

I don’t know why I’ve chosen sad songs today.

I don’t know why

I’m wearing a hood.

But my eyes are glittering.


The man turns green

without me waiting,

and the cold winds stop when I start shaking.

I’ve still got my hood

and the songs are still sad,

and the world is glistening

like my eyes are glittering.


But somewhere in the glitter

there are splotches of crimson

where children drag saw blades

over bars made of silver

in cages made of twigs

on islands of biscuits.

And the playlist ends.


My eyes are still glittering.


is bad with names, good with details, and enjoys a good drink. Previous editor of Roehampton Writing Society’s Anthology 2012 and co-founder of Talking to Strangers.

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