🌸 Writer, Disability Advocate, Creator, Poet
🍊 Co-founder poetryorchard.com
Though he brought it anyway
I didn’t ask my niece for food
But she fed me from my plate
Could the questions be our answer?
Could what we need be freely given?
Do we continue down this path?
Is ‘freedom’ the cage we all live in?
Though he brought it anyway
I didn’t ask my niece for food
But she fed me from my plate
Could the questions be our answer?
Could what we need be freely given?
Do we continue down this path?
Is ‘freedom’ the cage we all live in?
it is fertilised by shit-talk
it is fertilised by shit-talk
but it’s never enough, is it?
she’s swimming upstream, painfully unseen
growing desperate for recognition, or anything
but it’s never enough, is it?
she’s swimming upstream, painfully unseen
growing desperate for recognition, or anything
pond-green eyes only when she cries
so everyone mistakes them for brown
she feels there is a metaphor in that, somehow
on the tennis court, now, looking for fun
‘who’s girlfriend are you?’ sexism, it starts so young.
pond-green eyes only when she cries
so everyone mistakes them for brown
she feels there is a metaphor in that, somehow
on the tennis court, now, looking for fun
‘who’s girlfriend are you?’ sexism, it starts so young.
patients aren’t disciples, but I always stay
letting down my inner child
but I don’t have a choice
this system is wild
we’re not given a voice
could you try to care?
it’s in your title after all
you’re feral, that’s an order too tall
patients aren’t disciples, but I always stay
letting down my inner child
but I don’t have a choice
this system is wild
we’re not given a voice
could you try to care?
it’s in your title after all
you’re feral, that’s an order too tall
promises I made that you won’t let me keep
frozen in place, my faith is a leap
see, for all that’s been taken, I choose to give
I am an optimist, I get to live
promises I made that you won’t let me keep
frozen in place, my faith is a leap
see, for all that’s been taken, I choose to give
I am an optimist, I get to live
I pore through the pages, I fret and I fail
you choose to forget, and I can’t forgive
I am left livid, I have to live
wasting my nights, deciphering the wrong
I can’t leave the building ‘cause I was too young
I am a custodian of my rotten dreams
I pore through the pages, I fret and I fail
you choose to forget, and I can’t forgive
I am left livid, I have to live
wasting my nights, deciphering the wrong
I can’t leave the building ‘cause I was too young
I am a custodian of my rotten dreams
You’d go crazy too if you were me
You’d go crazy too if you were me
Cos they ain’t never seen a mermaid
‘Hey how could you do that yesterday’
‘You don’t look sick, you’re okay’
‘You say you’re half fish? No way!’
‘Try some yoga, just try harder, have you tried drinking water?’
‘Just think positively!!!’
Cos they ain’t never seen a mermaid
‘Hey how could you do that yesterday’
‘You don’t look sick, you’re okay’
‘You say you’re half fish? No way!’
‘Try some yoga, just try harder, have you tried drinking water?’
‘Just think positively!!!’
And the breath I take is a sailor’s break
Not the gasping misconception I’m some leech
There’s a place I’ve seen
where being half of two things
is desirable like a sunset on a lake
And I’m in books and films and magazines
And the breath I take is a sailor’s break
Not the gasping misconception I’m some leech
There’s a place I’ve seen
where being half of two things
is desirable like a sunset on a lake
And I’m in books and films and magazines