Faces

Who is it I see looking at me From that empty canvas? Is it that teen, staring vacant Her face marked and scarred From the acid of depraved lust? Or is the child raped and cast aside Her little pleas for help, a prayer On every mother’s lips? Can it be the woman sitting alone…

Just this. 

How can I let you know That choices are never choices That the options you have Are often governed By voices, not your own? That feelings are just feelings They pass. What hurt yesterday Today is water off a duck’s arse.  You change, those ideals You wear high upon your breast, They change. You think …

Indifferent

I ventured into the world to share my indifference There was no love in my well laid plans No debilitating emotions to weigh me down. No nervous paraphernalia of fluttering hands. When I was born you whispered in my ear: and that was enough as I lay in the afternoon sun shivering on the cold…

25 years, (what do I have?)

I have rubies Encased in diamonds I have a song When the wind blows strong I have my girls  Who keep me in laughter I have love  That never let’s me falter I have memories That help me fight I have words  To keep me upright I have friends Who make my life ring true…