I Am Not a Meme

I am a mother An Autism mother I browse the forays of Facebook Forgetting the lakes of purples and blues Decorating my limbs in myriad hues Pools of rage and emotional instability Because my Autistic son has the demonic ability To inflict hurt. I cringe at the memes. Why am I not more like them?Continue reading “I Am Not a Meme”

Don't Call Me Baby

Hey you With your misogynist mouth And your sexist salubrious sarcasm Call me sassy Call me badass Call me spunky Call me gutsy But DON’T call me baby! Hey you With your miniscule dick on fire and your brain in your balls Call me fearless Call me feisty Call me brave Call me powerful ButContinue reading “Don't Call Me Baby”

Debbie

My heart goes out to these women who sell their bodies for whatever reason, be it for food, rent, drugs, drink. I used to live in the middle of town and would often encounter them. One of my neighbours was a prostitute. This poem was inspired the women and also a character in ‘I, DanielContinue reading “Debbie”

Butterfly

I am having my hair dye today. I love the feel of walking out of the salon with my new head of shiny hair. It makes me feel like a Hollywood star. It inspired me to write this poem… Butterfly I dyed my hair today My crown of narcissistic thorns The mousey barbs lacerating myContinue reading “Butterfly”

Downtrodden

I write for the downtrodden For those who haven’t found their place in this eat you up and spit you out cut throat world I write for those who need a helping hand to crawl out of their pit of ‘you are shit’ Where misfortune throws the meek, the weak, the ‘I can’t cope’ TheContinue reading “Downtrodden”