#MeToo

Fight back

Because it happens too often

To way too many people.

 

Everyone knows someone

Who has been through this,

Even if they haven’t told you yet.

 

Speak up,

If you can,

To prevent this happening to others.

 

We take it for granted,

That men will touch us,

Or say that inappropriate comment,

Now is the time to say no,

And have them really hear it

This is not normal

And it’s not okay.

 

Get a hold of yourself,

To the men who act like this is their right,

You don’t own me.

 

Now is the time to revolt,

Ladies, gents and allies alike,

Let’s stop this.

 

Much more than a simple hashtag,

It is giving a voice to people everywhere,

Who have suffered in silence for too long.

Sweet Relief

Feel everything you need to feel

It’s ok to be broken

You know how this works

You’ve hit a low patch again

It might last for a while

But it won’t be forever.

 

Lying on the floor

Trying to tell yourself you don’t need help

It feels like everything inside is breaking

But tonight it’s ok to be broken

Let the pain fall from your eyes

Scream out the anger who hold within

 

Hiding away in a cocoon

Today is not the day to be social

You need this relief from the dark

Just so you can be normal again

Because right now, you are not okay

But you know you will be again.

Be Nothing

“The only way to avoid criticism is to do nothing, say nothing and be nothing.” (Aristotle)

I was nothing,
Nothing and no-one
A zombie running through the motions of life,
Just to avoid a hard word or look,
Dodging the ‘dropped’ book or slammed door,
I became nothing
So you wouldn’t hurt me anymore,
If I say nothing,
You will have nothing to critique,
Right?

Wrong.
Being nothing hurt me worse than you ever could
Because it seeped through my skin
Until I believed it was true
I really was nothing and no-one
And you attacked me anyway
You always found a way
To leave me with new scars
And now I have to battle myself
To remember I’m more than nothing.

Meek as a mouse,
I shrank into the shadows
Became a ghost of myself
Believing I could escape you
Blaming myself for the words you said
Maybe I really was the problem
If I’m less me, you’ll go away
But that didn’t happen.

I almost faded completely,
Trying to fit into your box
And dilute my own personality,
I became nothing
And was told I would always be nothing
But that’s not true
The moment I gave myself a chance
Was the moment I became more than nothing
A hell of a lot more than you could ever imagine.

Two Blue Lines

It’s the scariest test you’ll ever take,
And the one you don’t want to pass,
Because that will be a life-changer,
And you will never be alone again.

In this country you don’t have options,
You have to be all in,
Anything else is against the law,
And your family will hate you.

Your body has been taken over,
It’s no longer just yours to have,
Suddenly everyone gets an opinion,
But no-one wants to hear yours.

You’ll start to feel sick at the sight of food,
And moving too much will be painful,
But don’t complain about this beautiful miracle,
This is what you were meant to do.

So forget all those plans you had,
Everything disappears as you stare at those lines,
Bright blue ones that could change everything,
But only if you tell someone.

Beauty

When you’re standing on the shore,
Looking out at the sea.

When you’re sitting in a room,
Surrounded by your friends.

When you’re smiling on the outside,
And on the inside, you’re shining.

When you laugh so hard,
You could cry.

When you look out at the world,
And see all the beauty.

It’s when you are at peace on the inside,
That you can see the beauty all around.

Super

Here is another one from my teenage years. This was me on a good day I guess when my feistier side was showing through, even still I keep referring to myself a little or mini, words I chose to use because feeling small meant there was less of me to be torn apart or picked at.

A little superwoman in disguise,
A little Superchick of the skies,
A little girl low on confidence,
Trying to find her feet again.
A mini person on the land,
Who could do anything she wanted,
But who was squashed,
By those who were her friends.

But now she’s even more than before,
She’s better than them,
Those who were her friends,
She’s a little Superchick of the skies,
A little superwoman in disguise.

Inside My Head

This is a poem I wrote when I was around 14 or 15 years old. I have edited it a little here, but I wanted to keep it as close to the original as I could.

Inside my head,
There’s a perfect world
A world I created,
The world I love.
It’s better than the one I actually live in,
I wish I could live inside my imagination.
Instead of in this,
Most horrible of worlds.
Inside my head,
Anything can happen,
Good or bad,
Nice or not.
But you see, it’s all mine,
You can’t ruin it.
Because you will never find it,
It’s inside my head
And that’s where it will stay.