It’s not about gender
It’s not about class
It’s not about sexual orientation
It’s not about nationality
It’s not about creed
It’s not about the level of education
It’s not about circumstance
It’s not about wealth
It’s not about occupation
It’s not about colour
It’s not about ability
It’s not about denomination
All have their good and their bad
And most of us flit in between
It’s not about labels or classification
It’s all about what lies beneath
17th Aug 2022
Today was not my unbirthday But still I think I’ll have tea I’ll ponder the number of years Which amass to greater than three I’ll sit and I’ll slowly remember The memories I didn’t forget And here in
I’ve been looking under rocks Scraping barrels, watching clocks I’ve been been slouching In dark corners While withering my stock What felt like thirteen lifetimes Passed right through my very veins W
Does she have a year, a month? Or does she have a day? And if she knew What would she change? Would she dress in lurid purple? Paint her hair a Day-Glo pink? Would she throw all at this Save the kitch