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Society these days

is always out

to sell you something;

shoving TV packages

down your throat

faster than you can

find the remote

to mute the sales jargon

for the sixty pound a month ‘bargain’

and they don’t even stop to listen

to you explain

you don’t own a TV.

People these days

are always out

to sell you something;

eager to compare themselves

to models not here anymore

you might not cold call me

but you still knock door to door

asking to be invited in

to feed me statistics

of how our potential partnership

could earn me so much more

whilst your boots

walk in mud

that now covers my floor.

But for all these selling tactics

I think I’d rather stay poor,

for every material upgrade leaves me

just as faulty as the one before.

Double Rainbow

Double Rainbow

Long for the calm

and the storm will arrive

in her place

as a reminder to brace

for the inevitable impact

of a life made

for neither the ordinary

nor for the faint-hearted

but marking the journey

from where the light first switched on

and to live

meant leaving

in exchange

for the pounding rhythm of freedom

and nowhere

did the universe

promise this would be easy

but we’d all die of thirst

without a little rain.

Suffocation Liberation

Suffocation Liberation

In moments of brief clarity

I come to see

what life could feel like

if I could just be

free

of all this crap in my head

that tells me

I’m not worthy

of the breath in my lungs

and the natural beauty

of my body

so, thus quiets my voice

since, if anything,

my past experiences

make me think I have no choice

no matter how much I fight

because karma

doesn’t give a shit

who is right

it still throws you off the plane

at a height

and expects you to fly,

hence the saying

‘live and let die’

but I want this life

to be lived to the full

of all that’s uncomfortable

and of the joyful

because I will not settle

for the dull

and the humdrum

of white picket fence,

marriage and children,

I want adventure

and I want what’s real,

not what society

tells me I should feel

like a lamb to the slaughter

because I’m literally nobody’s daughter

and no high priest will cure her

of her passion and desire

it burns like a fire

and she’s tired

of calling her internal flames

an emergency

when it’s only you

that sees it as hell

to want something different

than salivating to a bell

because I’m not a fucking dog

and I don’t respond on command

or care for your plans

of how I fit in your picture

because this is not a fixture

and you’re an eclipse,

you’re blocking my light

and I’m a once in a lifetime

so for the rest of mine

I think I’ll be just fine

without luck

because I create my own storyline

and if it’s yours

I’m done giving a fuck.