A place of love and laughter,
Of smells of food,
And tummies full,
With delicious pasta meals,
Memories that feel so distant,
I really wish I was back in Nonna's kitchen.

The teacups are out,
The biscuit jar is open,
The trolley is full to push down the hallway,
Into the lounge room,
To sit together and spend some time,
I really liked my Nanna's kitchen,
Reminds me of them happy times.

I caught the infection,
Didn't think I could,
Suppose rejection isn't something to be taken lightly,
I suppose an infection of rejection needs a cure,
And I feel that way for sure,
I don't like to feel rejected,
On the sidelines of what's happening around me,
It feels like nobody wants to know me,
It feels like I am able to spread my infection to those who surround me,
But I do not want to reject anyone else,
I know how it feels within myself,
I want to be included,
I want to be invited,
Sick and sad of hiding away,
Rejection is an infection,
The only cure is acceptance and inclusion, its never too help someone feel included today.

If racism were a marathon,
I wouldn't be prepared for it,
The incline of hate,
And the decline of understanding,
And admit I can't outrun racism,
I won't even try it,
Cause if it is you vs me I'll fall,
Cause if is me vs you, you'll stand taller,
But if I can reunite a few,
Who have experienced racism too,
And tell them no hate is hate,
Don't need to fight or debate,
We can try to win this race,
As a team that has faced,
The hate of another human being,
They bullied us for our skin,
They bullied us because we don't fit in,
They bullied us and told us no,
But this time it's time for hate to go,
So no I can't outrun racism,
But I can try and take the lead,
Show this world a much better inclusive humanity,
Do you want to join this team?

It doesn't depend on your opinion of them to figure out who you are,
Yes, you are your scars,
Yes, you are the times you failed,
No, it doesn't define you,
It doesn't depend on others pointing our your past mistakes to figure out who you are now,
Because maybe you were fake back then,
Maybe you'd like to take back what you did then,
But who are you now?
What are you becoming?
Think you can do it,
Tell yourself you'll get through it,
Apologise for your failings,
Because you are not a failure now,
And this is who you are,
Better than who you were.

It's like water rushing over me,
Trying to drown me,
It's an impossible feeling,
Release me,
This cool feeling has got me reeling,
Sinking towards the bottom where I can't even scream.

Oodle doodle don't be a poodle,

Oodle doodle I'll put you in a strudel,

Ooddle doodle your on my mind,

My pen is tracing your ****** lines,

And you are so divine,

Oddle doodle like rhythm and rhyme,

The beat matches the tempo,

At which you slide.

You’re like a roadblock,

You put up walls,

You’re like a roadblock,

You think I can’t get through,

Yes you’re in my way,

Yes I fell down today,

Yes I’ll get up and lead a new direction into a new pathway,

You think you’re a roadblock,

But I’ll get around you.

Every interaction has the choice,
To go forward or to go backward,
Every smile can be taken lightly,
Or can be smiled back too,
Every word can be taken the way it was written,
Or can be taken out of context,
Everything has the possibility to get out of control,
Everything discussion has its consequences,
Every action has its own effects,
But just don't block me yet,
It's not my intention to reject,
It was not my intention to do this,
I wish we could erase the conversation start back at the start,
Don't need another number to add to my fails,
Don't need another blocked name on my list,
Don't need another contact I don't contact,
Don't want to end in a block,
But it might.

I expect something of you,
Surely there is something you could do,
Erase all my self doubt,
Just put all your feelings out,
And shout,
But no,
You would rather not,
Sitting outside when it's too hot,
You'll fry,
You would rather cook then try,
That's my only expectation of you,
That you move about and we figure all this out.