Writing 201: I hate you Woodford Green


Day 7: Neighborhood, Ballad, Assonance

What do you think about when you think about your neighborhood?

Curse this place and curse those who frequent
Curse my face my eyes betray my intent
This town sucks the life out of being alive
Waiting on luck till then beer will have to do just fine

I hate this town

Years fly by, moments are overbearing
I fear nothing I do here is worth sharing
It’s like living in the Walking Dead
Hell is full, they moved here instead
The worse place to be a bored black British teen
I hate you Woodford Green

Nowhere to go while they the fix the Central Line
No fear, no fun i’m bored clean out of my mind
The drugs don’t work, we’re merely wasting time
Dreaming we were high and flying away

I hate this town

Years fly by, moments are overbearing
I fear nothing I do here is worth sharing
It’s like living in the Walking Dead
Hell is full, they moved here instead
The worse place to be a bored black British teen
I hate you Woodford Green

I hate this town

Years fly by, moments are overbearing
I fear nothing I do here is worth sharing
It’s like living in the Walking Dead
Hell is full, they moved here instead
The worse place to be a bored black British teen
I hate you Woodford Green