You're a big girl now,
pull those socks up
high,
let them go as high
as that slender thigh
wrapped around the
tattoo marking your
place,
put a smile on that
face, don't let the
hate keep you and
make you fall from
grace,
call you crazy, their
words hitting the target;
your heart, broken
ripped apart, kicked
down to the floor that
is depths deeper than
your head, hold your
breath to reach that dark
space,
you don't need saving,
you have enough face,
to laugh at the hate, and
force their hand, to eat from
yours, their face take a place
on the dart board of disgrace
one shot, two shot, three shot
man down, you're taking your
worked for dwelling among the
fighters, equally bruised you stand
tall,
you put those high heals on
red soles, matching the lipstick
marks on that champagne glass,
as we salute your success
cause no one is stronger,
than the girl, now woman,
who stands in this crowded
room, raising a glass, to
your very name, far from a
disgrace, but praise worthy
admiration, inspiration,
no one would trade her in,
cause she is her own saviour
and no one can ever take
her soul, not even a lover
for she saves herself
unlike any other.
© Sia Jane