Initially NO

I took so many paths
Such that I didn’t know
Where I was anymore
One twisting here
One winding there
Two crossing over
And bridging the gap
To align with the next.

I took a turn
Then turn again.
I flipped the page
Then spun around
Like my head was hanging
On a string

When I’d rather cause a riot
And have everyone screaming
Out their eccentric meaning.
They tell me to be quiet
But my stomach is on a diet
It can’t help but grumble
Out its ‘feed me’ mumble.

Caught in a fold
Of someone’s hands
I feel like a butterfly
My thoughts meandering;
My feelings fluttering around;
My tongue, it curls;

He was a tall man
Like a shadow at noon
‘Don’t waste your life,’ he said.

A mother can be proud
Of what seems insignificant
And silly to others.

I have to look back though.
I have to keep doing that
Until I’m numb to it.
I can’t have history
Upsetting me.

It’s heating up
Yep. This is going to be hot.
And all the humans
Are going to cook.

Now, I don’t know much about history
But this little tale was told to me.
It’s about a baby born
And how a vagina got torn
That fatal night
Under Venus close and bright.

Got to control my powers
Of invisibility.
For, this strength of non-existence
Is a problematic ability.

The ninja will split you
In seconds.
The ninja will dice you
Within a minute.
The ninja will mash you
Within an hour.

This part of the earth’s skin
Love this part of the earth’s skin
The hairs upon it,
Sweat pool lakes and rivers
And mountain range body lakes.

What I don’t get
Is that you’re still unrecognised.
I’d like to see your work
All over the world
And beamed into space
In case there are aliens out there
Who want what you have to share.

With an atmosphere so keen
Such an easy flow
Becoming part of the seamless stream
It’s a place of magic I’ve got to go.

I thought I could speak tonight.
Opened my mouth and nothing came out.
I wanted to say so much,
Needed to scream and shout,
But nothing came out.

Never one to believe in herself
Her life got shelfed
As a mum
Who said she was dumb.

We protested loudly
We made ourselves heard
We let ourselves be known
And together raised the tone.

So many years without realising it
The silence
That one day I wouldn’t
Be able to talk to him anymore

Faery dust in the pockets
I have faery dust in my pockets
To sprinkle on the road
And make rainbows appear