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Happy Pride To My Homophobic Father
It was four am.I found the thought of you,dusty and damaged at the back of my mind,brushing it off as I placed it on the bedside table, beside my favourite framed photograph of my mother.At last, the band is back together,and at four am,for the first time in months,I am thinking about you.I am REALLY…
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I’m Not The Kind Of Girl Who Runs (Anymore)
Many days had passed since the sun set on my stage,humbly, I sat, smoking at the stage door, dressed in my best Judy Garland,introspective at last,running for years, but there I was, at the same place I started.It was then that I kissed fate on the cheek and allowed her to flower. Love is not…
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First Time Caller
Hey.Hi.Hola. No,it doesn’t matter what my name is,you wouldn’t be able to spell it,so there’s no use in me telling.There’s some things I need to tell,some things that are scorching my soul,and I’m starting to wonder if beneath my skin lies a madness,some kind of sickness,that I don’t know how to fix. I looked at…
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I Am A Daughter To Many Mothers
I am a daughter to many mothers. At the highest point of my heart is the one who placed a name, so gently, on my tiny, tender chest, that rose and fell with the tiny, timeless breaths, as she stood by a cot, staring at the thing she had created, with the might of her…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 