You’re not fooling me into buying love with gifts.
I would rather give up my time, but you wouldn’t appreciate it.
It’s not Gucci or Vans, no label behind my name
You don’t want what’s not consumed by all, unique and not famed.
No wrapping paper can cover this body, no bow to top it off.
I’m not a scent made by Britney, Hugo Boss or Beyonce
My odour you do not want to wear as remembrance to my life.
If I give a photo of my being, you’ll put it with last year’s collection
Never flicking through the pile and reminiscing
My life has no meaning this time of year,
Only the gifts bought from China or made by the hand of a child
Will make you see I love you and remind you that I’m here.
Mad Eye Dec28th 2013
Everyday is a constant question
Am I good enough for you all?
Am I good enough for myself?
How to be better still eludes me.
I’m trying hard, but not fast enough
You look down your nose
Cut off my conversation with your friends
Mock my work.
I would bow out if the moment arose.
Happily I would forget becoming more
And go back to a mere housewife
With no purpose but to create calm and then
I’m a rock drummer!
I create order in chaos
I smooth out dissonance
Leave space for silence
And play to my own rhythm.
I will not give in to the weak scared,
Fragile childlike ego-less inner being
That is driving this body,
I will steer to victory, the victory over myself.
I will beat the coward and conquer the future
With or without you