Poetry by Keiron Higgins
England Belongs To Me
When I hear the phrase "England belongs to me" All I feel is an anomaly. As I think of my grandad’s journey From a faraway land, Mosely being beaten back When fascism got out of hand. My love of curry, Chinese takeaway, Northern soul, Two tone ska. Guinness. That curious Polish beer I drink at the bar. My parents union The unity of black and white In a time it was frowned upon And not considered a foresight. The survivors of the holocaust Who settled here, "May that never happen again" Serves as a reminder To a careful ear. To my multicultural friends and neighbours, Who stand fearless on the streets. When all different minorities Connect on a similar beat. England doesn't belong To you, Them, Or me, You see. As we are all just paying tenants, To a certain degree.
Keiron Higgins is a poet from Halifax, UK. Before writing and performing poetry he was previously a DJ, playing in a reggae/funk and soul collective based in Leeds. Keiron specialises in rhythmic social commentary, pieces based on mental health, musical sub-genres and general outlooks on life. His peers have dubbed him, “The (Suede Head) Bard of Halifax.” He enjoys this.
His work has been featured across Halifax in many different collaborative efforts with the Square Chapel, performing for the re-opening of Piece Hall after the pandemic and his name adorns a poem he wrote specially for a Halifax bar called “The Meandering Bear.”
In writing, he has released a total of 4 self-published books, been painted for a portrait gallery, and has had work featured in numerous zines and anthologies.
Find him at: https://keironh87.wixsite.com/keironhigginspoetry.