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They Told Us

They told us we were special, Each gift-wrapped like collectables, scraping ink into papers on tables with cries for help engraved into tainted wood.   They told us we had talent, From colouring inside the lines, bringing outlines to life, with rainbows and felt-tips, tip-toeing across the blank space Like crowds, protesting, chaos over what … Continue reading They Told Us

The Right Thing

Take me back to my youth where thoughts aren't dictated  and processes of my mind aren't  counter-acted  Over-thought, need for compensation  I miss that carelessness, no turn- taking squabbles between who I am  And what should be Take me back to my play pen,  with daisy chains holding together  summer's rays like safety pins  when I … Continue reading The Right Thing