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Doomed At Birth To Live In Tights and Sit On Old Men’s Laps

At birth,

I was cursed,

laying,

lonely in a crib,

as darkness descended,

on the brightest of days.

I could never be alone,

but I could never find someone solid,

doomed to waste a life,

waiting for my welcome to be rescinded (it always is).

Flowing dresses,

tights that tempt,

reminding them of nights when they still felt young,

because when they feel me,

half asleep,

half way between candy dreams,

and throwing up in the street,

by their side,

a status symbol,

they are the man that they wish their reflection would be.

Always a few drinks too late,

to be sensible,

but always too Catholic to give them what they really want,

I just fall asleep in their lap,

praying for the both of us,

to a God who tires of my traumas.

I wake up,

but I keep my eyes shut,

because he holds me,

like I’ve fallen so many times,

and he wants to make it all better,

and I want to let him,

so I keep my eyes shut,

letting hands wander,

letting myself wonder,

if his desire is deeper,

than his erection suggests (it never is).

My long legs are draped in lace,

finding the harsh darkness of suit trousers,

feeling so familiar,

finding their way home,

but never truly able to stay.

There was never another choice.

That’s all I say,

to myself,

and my reflection,

as I find my way to another home,

another who can’t believe his luck,

thinking that a down on her luck seductress,

is the answer to his mid life crisis.

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The Half Blood Princess

The sunrise and the sunset,

swirling above the clouds in the skyline,

daughter of two warring tribes,

half blood princess,

a patchwork blanket that will never be finished.

There is conflict in my skin,

and the many mannerisms I stole from the two that built me.

Two,

going on a great adventure,

but growing impatient,

with how slowly pages turn,

and how the cycles around the sun are unpredictable.

I was once impossible,

illegal,

but I am the end of war,

for the brief moments that they remember,

how happy my arrival made them.

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Sincerely, Jennifer x – S05E09 – I defy you, stars!

On today’s episode, Jennifer shares some new poems, and talks about vacations to Vegas, relating to Romeo and Juliet, the changing seasons and her struggles with envy.

Jennifer also updates you on recent events in British politics, including Andy Burnham vs Boris Johnson, Nicola Sturgeon surging in popularity and poppy related nonsense.

You can find the new episode on your favourite podcast provider here, and you can find the episode guide for Sincerely, Jennifer x here.

Season 4

Besos,

J x



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