Something
cold is in the air,
an aura of ice
and phlegm.
All day I’ve built
a lifetime and now
the sun sinks to
undo it.
The horizon bleeds
and sucks its thumb.
The little red thumb
goes out of sight.
And I wonder about
this lifetime with myself,
this dream I’m living.
I could eat the sky
like an apple
but I’d rather
ask the first star:
why am I here?
why do I live in this house?
who’s responsible?
eh?

by Anne Sexton

Would you sing to me from below a balcony with flowers in hand and a devoted heart if I were beautiful?

Would you take my hand to lead me around a dance floor and forget everything around us if I were innocent and fair?

Would you rescue me from evil courageously on a gallant steed if I were a worthy reward for your bravery?

Would you love me if I were a princess?

by Kayleigh ….

You follow fashion,
we follow fashion,
he follows fashion,
we all follow fashion,
all black women,
all black men,
all white women
all white men,
are obsessed with fashion.
wear a naughty hair-cut,
try on a pair of small capri jeans,
even if you look odd,
they would praise you,
is that fashion?
Non-sense fashion,
trend will change every year,
new outlets open across the street,
they sell jeans, jeweleries, and shoes,
all is good but all is crap,
my mother holds a small stall,
in a small street near a school,
she sells little hand-made pendants,
which she makes with all her heart,
spends a night in making a design,
spends another night to make it look perfect,
at the end it sells for few pence,
if it were nothing but a piece of trash,
big brands have name,
they have a big money,
they put in less effort,
and cash for cheap things,
my mother is poor and so miserable,
she designs name pendants with all her efforts,
it brings nothing,
em, nothing at all,
neither big money nor big fame.
Is that justice,
is that fair?

by lustyfashion trend