Poetry from below the Glass Floor. Challenging the culture that sees humans as objects to be owned.
Who do you speak for The homeless? It's just a situation lots of groups find themselves in. Women? What I speak for half of humanity?!! I don't think so! Who do I speak for The traumatised The mentally ill The vulnerable Your not traumatised! You don't act like a victim Your not … Continue reading Who Do You Speak For!!!
A garden of peace We're there tears in your eyes when you wrote it Detialed the neglect upon the page Unkempt, underweight, unwell Two lines, too many words Did the tears come when you were at home? There were tears in my eyes when I read it As the years fell away Swimming trips, hot … Continue reading To The Family Aid
Don't be a victim The taunt of the attacker Lips snarled Baying for a response Emotion to blame Eyes hungry for the kill The death of my spirit Don't be a victim You like being a victim The worker says as I beg for help Box ticking Hungry eyes Not broken enough yet We'll … Continue reading Victimhood