A card that I write
To show that I care
Simply addressed
Dear Mummy….Somewhere
No kisses. No hugs
No ‘There. There’
The things I do miss
Dear Mummy….Somewhere
Now that I have grown
I want to compare
Would you do it like this?
Dear Mummy….Somewhere
The path I must take
You’re unable to share
Alone I must go
Dear Mummy….Somewhere
Never a reunion
My unanswered prayer
Just a single photo
Dear Mummy….Somewhere
A card that I write
To show that I care
Forever in my heart
Dear Mummy….You’re There
Run through a field
Swing from a tyre
tied to a rope
Just remember
Don’t fuck the soap
Find that special someone
Kiss them.
Elope.
But whatever you do
Don’t fuck the soap
It’s your life to live
Your dream
Your hope
It’s just important that you
Don’t fuck the soap
Take your opportunity
Grab at it
Don’t grope
But I can’t stress this enough
Don’t fuck the soap
Be sure to love
Experience every romantic trope
All I ask is that you please
Don’t fuck the soap
Oh Goddess of mine that commands me so
Knelt bare, bound and ready I am for you
The ripples of desires from the rivers does flow
I welcome your touch – a feeling that’s true
My cries do come but not one of complaint
These ties that do bind are the only restraint
An understanding silence broke by a moan
That grows into a pleasurable melody
My body; the instrument that you orchestrate
That signature tune played so pleasantly
The sweet song of lust of which I participate
And, as this tune reaches the crescendo
One final note played to control the river flow
The Girl in the room began to cry.
The words they say, she wondered why.
Did they mean to be so cruel?
She’s all alone in such a large school.
What was this lesson they wanted to teach?
An exercise in freedom of speech?
The words grew louder and through the din.
She asks – is this because the colour of my skin?
Don’t make a fuss, try not to start
They’re just being funny. Don’t take it to heart.
These are just words that people do say
They know no better. They’ll go away.
But the words did continue today and tomorrow
The words so hurtful, causing such sorrow.
Why won’t they stop? Why won’t they leave?
Why can’t she have a silent reprieve?
These are just words stop being a fool.
Quit making a fuss and get on with school
Words cannot hurt. They are just having fun.
Now quick off you go. Back to class. Run.
Run she did to her special place
Words cannot find her in this silent space
High above, on a branch in a tree.
Away from the words is where she could be free.
A freedom she wanted to feel forever.
But in that tree she asked herself whether
To come down now the words she would hear.
Those words that cause such upset and fear.
No ground she feels beneath her feet.
And soon only silence she will meet.
No longer will the words that they say
Make her feel unhappy for one more day
The Girl in the tree.
Finally free.
(Art by Rob Ahmad)
