No. 1 - 1
Feminism, Civil Rights, Pride, Labour; the names are many. Regardless:
It has always been a matter of-
-CONDEMNATION: bullies, rapists, murderers, sociopathic leeches.
-pushing past apathy.
-choosing between love and hate.
-embracing compassion.
-forgiving for one’s own sake.
-defying the emptiness of our condition.
-CONDONATION:
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No. 1 - 2
The princess is not waiting to be rescued;
She is halfway down the tower
laden with provisions, a gleam in both eyes
singing of daring and dangerous doing.
She is her own knight, armour unbreaking,
and her name is Mother, Daughter, Sister, Niece.
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No. 1 - 3
I am the wound, bitterness given a tongue and ten fingers.
Each bone made for breaking - I am bloodless regret.
Sour breath like scorching sunshine, I have never known the gentle touch - bruises litter my tapestry.
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I am-
-the boy three streets down.
-the sister upstairs.
-the father in his dreams, the mother’s living nightmare.
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No. 1 - 4
The broken breath, half a sob - regret coiled, skin fevered. Swallow
it
down - or don’t
think on it:
Shame.
A most beautiful gift-
-to rise above.
-to rally against.
-to learn from.
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No. 1 - 5
These illusions we have built; castles in the sky where riches gild our every motion - they are just that:
Falsities. Lies that comfort and heal; binding chains by which we are made slaves of another’s will.
Collectively, obsessively, let us melt them down and build for ourselves a tower;
an edifice of resplendent brick mortared by truth and conviction, etched by the implacable-
-love
(and)
-derision
that sits within each of our breasts; a furnace for smelting.
We are more smith than soldier.
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No. 1 - 6
Tyrants rise before my eyes, blinded by their own insignificance.
They are small
terribly toothsome
evils
and I
(with all my humanity)
must profess, not a tear will be shed for their endings.
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No. 1 - 7
Imagine yourself a stranger-
-speaking clearly, each word an invective
-scowling, frowning, spitting
-professing deep dislike
-laughing in the face of grief
-rejecting kindness
-destroying love
If you cannot - smile.
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No. 1 - 8
The truest of heroes is the furthest thing from a bully-
-they are as the stars.
Inspiring, guiding, gentle, persistent light.
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No. 1 - 9
I’m afraid the diagnosis is
greedy, hateful ignorance.
“Fuck.”
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No. 1 - 10
We
Must
Triumph
Beautifully