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Plantation Yard to Council Flat<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n by Jenny Mitchell<\/em><\/p>\n Once there was a slaving house battered by the sun, rays Now there is a tower block beneath harsh clouds, unemployed Walls quake with noise from lifts used as urinals, graffitied down communal stairs. Loud music thumps through ceilings, where tenants cross the rec \u2013 a roundabout that does not turn \u2013 Once there was a hanging tree to stretch the runaways, bodies Across the street, a large white house is owned by whites, blind Plantation Yard to Council Flat by Jenny Mitchell Once there was a slaving house battered by the sun, rays like golden fists, blood oozing through the floors,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":575,"featured_media":15707,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[2874,2875],"class_list":["post-15708","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2","tag-enslavement","tag-wage-slavery"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15708","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/575"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15708"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15708\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/15707"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15708"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15708"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15708"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
like golden fists, blood oozing through the floors, women
forced to breed a child, sold by master with a whip.<\/p>\n
in damp-filled flats. Torn curtains take the place of bars, cracked
open by a breeze wending through the sink estate.<\/p>\n
stairs a chance you have to take, running for your own front door,
pounded by the sound of feet. Voices from the past echo<\/p>\n
infiltrates the skin like war is on the march in hobnailed boots,
taking a deep breath. Slaves once trudged through fields<\/p>\n
stopping at the food bank, hands held out, mumbling thanks,
made to crock a knee as if a bag of food resembles God.<\/p>\n
left to twist all night, pulling down the stars. Rent long
overdue can\u2019t be called the same, but think of bailiffs at your door.<\/p>\n
drawn up to point at blacks, skin all that can be seen as they
walk to the flats, heads high, still enslaved by need.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"