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Colouring Inside The Lines

When you finally broke that mould You were not prepared for such freedom Was that what tied your wrists Behind your back Was it the bonds Or a fear of being loose Awash and at sea Colouring inside the lines … Continue reading

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Old Mother Hubbard’s Girl

She was born on a Monday A shopping day When the handful of coins were tossed down to the lowly To scrabble in the dirt for To debase and self loathe for And her Mother Hubbard tried But the cupboards … Continue reading

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The Faultline

I stood on the faultline And was damned From the minute I set foot I could tell But I was a suitable voice So my echoes were heard as I fell When she stood on the faultline No-one spoke The … Continue reading

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A Boudicca Of Women

They met on a cold December night The young and younger and old Thoughts and the intricacies Of words Tucked behind ears At the backs of heads Waiting to escape On tips of tongues Tumbling forth Fuelled by a punch … Continue reading

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She

I’m she and her and they I’ve always been she Because on the first day They said she And her I didn’t think she I just was She Had I been him Maybe I would have been a Hammer I’m … Continue reading

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This Girl

This girl over here That girl over there Hear the same tone The same degradation As the girls Everywhere Young and old Blush of skin Across a spectrum Our sliding scale Of hate from the outside in Links across lands … Continue reading

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Normal

When did I become normal? Was it when my insides were out Knees on the floor Retching forth my soul When I bleached the dark to light When I tore hair from the roots When I paid the man To … Continue reading

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