i will be a woman
in every land i enter

and when i return
i will be whomever your lips
have made me into

i have never been able to own
my story
my future
myself

i have always belonged
to someone else

like you said
in green agony
'you were mine first'

but don't you see?

i was never yours

how could i?
when i have always been mine

first
and foremost

day by day
the revolution approaches
day by day
we rise

The *******

Limping his way to town he was overtaken by laughing youth
He swore under his breath, sure they were laughing at him.
*******, *******, ******* he said to himself full of self- loathing.
He could have taken the bus, but liked to save money his
Only pleasure in life except when he took the ferry to Newcastle
Where a ******* told him he was a beautiful man, and it could
Have been truth perhaps she saw in him the inconsolable truth
Of a mind full of hatred.
He liked to go to places where the dead were laid out he spoke
To them told them how stupid the looked, but his interest had
Been noticed and he was barred.
His father had died not that he felt empathy with this, but he
Stood to inherit some money and that made him glad sitting
Watching **** in his ***** little flat.

I envy the sea
For how quickly it erases
Footprints on the beach
Like no one's ever passed by it,
Because it takes more than
The moon and the whole ocean
When I erase the footprints
And tiptoes you've made
On my shores,
Making a sand castle of your own
To live in,
And God knows when the waves
Would come by

Pity is not something I take kindly to
Pity is my arch nemesis
Pity is a display of kindness that I can’t bear to witness
Pity is company
Pity is a crowd because
Pity takes up enough room for two
Pity reminds me that somebody cares
Pity stops me from letting go
Pity holds me back when all I want to do is
Scream and
Rage and
Hate and
Cry and
Burn and
Stew for eternity

People, are more like fragments with sharp edges, the more you let them in, the more they hurt.