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:


    ~


    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.


    ~


    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.


    ~


    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.


    ~


    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.


    ~


    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.


    ~


    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.


    ~


    No. 1 - 8


    The truest of heroes is the furthest thing from a bully-


    -they are as the stars.


    Inspiring, guiding, gentle, persistent light.


    ~


    No. 1 - 9


    I’m afraid the diagnosis is


    greedy, hateful ignorance.


    “Fuck.”


    ~


    No. 1 - 10


    We


    Must


    Triumph


    Beautifully