Category Brave New Words

To Be Heard I hate waking up early And have to listen to the birdies I hate walking home And having to walk the long road I hate when people speak over me And treat me as like a flea…

I Come From a Life I come from a life of simplicity And green where rivers meet fields Of never ending silky green grass The sky dark grey as if it was angry The land turning sour and putrid The…

Safe Not feeling safe walking down the road past 8 o’clock When women do not feel comfortable around other  Women down to insecurities. The overthinking of  Making sure you find the right man when r older the  One that won’t…

Don’t You? If you call yourself a feminist then how come  You don’t cross the road late at night. How  Come you don’t let me walk on the road side  Of the footpath. It’s not that I don’t trust you …

Walking Home  I hate walking home because of how  old men look at me in case they  follow me or if someone kidnaps me and I will never get seen again. Patience A fly keeps circling what I’m trying to…

Connections To the streets I walk, through the grass meadows I long for a connection with whom I believe myself to be Unchanged by those who see as wrong I’ll be whom this mind and body allows.   My Life…