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Fire Of My Loins
I am sitting in a whirlwind, of woeful, wistful voices, veering closer, as I sit with my smug smile, and my cheap notebooks, full of cheap cracks, about everyone I perceive to have punished me. I close my windows, just to make sure I’m alone, waking up when both the sun and moon are sleeping,…
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Gemini
You went mad, because you thought I didn’t find you funny, and you had spent every day, before you found me, thinking that was all you were. It’s not that I am resigned to remaining miserable, no, that’s not it at all, and I do, on occasion, find you amazing, amusing, downright confusing, delightful, insightful,…
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New Visual Poem – Always The Mistress, Never The Mrs
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Rochdale
Everybody thinks it’s all right, because she was born bad, if they tell themselves that enough times. She changes before their eyes, from a wide eyed child, with dreams, homework, and a school tie her mother has to help her with, to their evening entertainment, because they talk a new image into their eyes, they…
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To The Catholic Brexiteer
I am so sorry. Genuinely. From the bottom of my mixed up, mixed race, part white, part polluted heart, I am so, so sorry. I have stolen a white man. Several, actually, and some white women too, I know that they belong to you, but you know us “darkies”, (although, as a mixed person, I’m…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 