I spotted the figure of male darkness;
Surrounded by an aura of despair.
My gaze soaked in his masculinity;
God’s soothing voice cautioned me to beware.

They were always so wild and empowered;
Nothing prevented them from being free.
My heart raced with deep queenly frustration –
My lips quivered while I watched them release.

Dear Holy Mother, how to trust my heart?
With all that I have witnessed and beheld.
To trust a male soul is too much to ask –
The flames burn from withinside my own hell.

You spent my entire life showing contempt –
Nothing I did ever made you feel proud.
Everything in your life was about you –
Even at your end you played to the crowd.

A nation that once directed the world –
Now left behind at the twilight rest home.
No one ever wants to pay a visit;
They won’t even call you up on the phone.

The crunching underfoot unnerved his soul
He needed something to distract his mind.
The illuminated cave bled turmoil
Death and disease was all he’d ever find.

We aren’t defined by straight society –
Freedom was won at a price for us all.
They bound us in shackles for centuries –
Now we are finding our ways to stand tall.

A question I am sure many poets have asked themselves: why write poetry?

I didn’t recognise this island called home;
So much had changed since the day we were fooled.
Friends blocked friends; families loathed families –
The belief that our democracy ruled.

Whisper to me in blue paternal words –
Rosebud red softness for your firm desire.
I won’t resist your masculine pressure –
I’m your lipstick boy and will stoke your fire.