'After what seemed like eternity, they asked some workers to go back to their stations. But for six of us, as we took our seats in the minibus, our hands lost their freedom.'
'The story I’m going to tell is the one about Mona and Reg’s 2009 barbeque. Their barbeques are famous in Brixton, but in 2009 that shit was monumental.'
‘I am invisible because I’m trans. But I am also the stand out because of it. No one wants to look at me. Everyone wants to talk about me. That’s how it is in London.’
'Full of the kind of electricity that has its multi coloured wires dangerously exposed, our exchange was very brief and she headed, quickly, in a southern direction until I could make out neither she nor her velour Primark tracksuit bottoms anymore.'
'A nation of scientists, teachers, academics and pious scholars all reduced to the barbarians the media portray us to be.'
'He defines me as he picks and chooses. His hands love my soft parts. His paints love the coils in my hair. His eyes love the green in mine.'
'Slavery in the UK is not limited to foreign immigrants, though it does happen to them more often.'
'You see, if you listen to people you can learn so much. I don’t ask them anything, just answer. If you ask too much, sometimes they give you strange looks.'
'A wave of panic rushes over him as his eyes widen, looking at the men sat opposite him, with the same fear in their eyes.'
'As they pulled up in front of the Ritz, the driver opened her window, whilst Adeline did not take her eyes off the white gold falling from the sky.'
'What kind of sister would she be if she let herself forget him? She didn’t know another way since he’d left three years ago, smiling and waving as he boarded a plane in his uniform.'
'It is a slight fox. The type of fox you assume comes from a wealthy heritage. Its defined limbs project from a slim physique and its well known, bushy tail extends in the air with all its might.'
'The city is a storm of life that bubbles and roils/and I have been cast adrift.'
'I am the flutter of a butterfly against the white honeysuckle so sweet.'
'Lissome youths in skinny black jeans loiter by stalls, / Selling things that no-one needs.'
'In Green Park, a boy kicks at a pigeon that has no toes on one foot / ‘Fucking garbage,’ he says, aping the voice of his father.'