A Little Story
‘Breaking the mould: Put an end to a restrictive pattern or events or behaviour by doing things in a markedly different way’
I Am
I Am although I haven’t
I haven’t just been – No
Got caught in the half-light
Although I can tell you
I do know
That place
My place
Deep down
Deep
Deep-down-inside
Right there
Where it hurts
Where it hurts AND it’s light
Right there
Right there
In that place
Deep-down-inside
Knowing what’s wrong
What’s wrong from what is right
It is where I Am
Where I AM
In the light
I haven’t just been – No
Although I have been there before
Been a strange couple of days
Self-doubt in the way
But I frequent this space often
Usually more and more
I reside in this place
Know how to navigate
My wrong from my rights
Believe in myself
Reach myself as I Am
Deep
Down
Deep
Down
Inside
In the light
*
*
I Am
Optimistic
Energised
And Ignited
I Am angry
Not furious
But fused
Ready for action
Infused
The propulsion
The drama of heartbreak
A lifetime of suppressing
I Am not broken just bruised
The rage
And the lessons
Imbedded right here
In my centre
Then a little to the left
And up – that’s where
I Am Alert
Not sick nor tired
But lit
The power of learning
Not a good girl
Not bad
Not complying
Not a girl
But a woman
And
Armed
Big feelings
Big hurt
Big rage
Big smiles
Big Love
Big questions
Breaking the mould
The structure
Their structure
Not mine
In a culture
That’s moving
Too fast
It is careless
Polluting
Degrading
Not listening
But YELLING
‘You are too much’
‘Too vocal’
‘It’s awkward’
You ARE
Is not
I Am
But they’re trying
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In a world that is telling – suppressing her voice
Sit down
Just shush
Just shut the fuck up
Making her believe that we all have no choice
It’s time now – we’re done
Been training – been shredding
Straight to the centre
Cut away to the core
Fuck it – I will go first
I’ll head the call
For people like me: the ‘inappropriate’; the sensitive
The refusing to be small
I Am HERE
Not subdued
I Am here standing tall
Not pleasing or quiet
I will speak for us all
Please pass me the mic
No microbiology – I am growing
I Am holding the court
Truth telling – I Am showing
NOW It’s my turn
Step aside now
Old Sport
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I Am for myself
For Her
For us all
I Am trying
In defiance
Of misogyny – And their friends
Its repulsive cohort
I Am
We Are
Gaining
I Am
Knows the score
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We’re off and we’re mad
We’re mad but not stressed
I Am is the unison
The strength – The Collective
Fierce and well-dressed
Arms full – Ammunition
Straight-up
Sunday best.