Twirling twirling here and there
Twirling twirling everywhere
Reaching high on my tippy toes
What a lovely song I chose!

When I drop the world still spins
Fluttering through my mind are violins
Eyes crinkle as I sing delighted
That tricky day I have righted

Making different decisions from the other,
Has helped me remember how we met,
We come from the same mother,
Though that is a coincidence I bet.

The mirror reflects what it can see
What it can see is not truly me

I am more than the skin I wear
I am more than the flowers in my hair
I am more than cells grouped together
I am more than any measure

Please judge me not by my shell
Rather by the stories I tell

Love of the purest form,
Without the entanglement of bodies becoming the norm,
Love to me is simply stated-
A rare luxury that can’t be slated.

“Cover up” they have said
While I long for the comfort that is my bed
Chastised for my skirt forevermore
Am I to you just a -
Are you moulding me into a better person?
Or are you adjusting me to fit a society you will worsen?

Your brain is marvellously unique,
It stands alone so mystique,
Actions it tells you to do made me glad,
What it has done to you makes me sad,
The spark in your eyes has gone completely,
We exchange goodbyes bittersweetly,
Who has stole your life this day?
How can I see you but not in the same way?

I don’t understand,
We lay you to rest,
I long to hold your frail hand,
They say its for the best,
Clouds form in your departure then,
Reaching their capacity,
I hope this never happens again.

You fall upon the floor there,
Not again! This can’t be fair,
Another funeral I attend,
This one I realise is a coming to an end,
Such as the softly spoken words all around,
Nothing in this life is guaranteed I have found.

Spots outlining muscles along my back
Make my gentle heart crack
Long ago I adorned flawless skin
When I was only a kin
Though it may seem a small concern
Lessons I have yet to learn
Of how to cope with my newfound flaw
Will I rise or lay broken on the floor?
Which holds no answer to my despair
Only distressing me as I bring my hands into a prayer

We sit away from one another,
No one knows the memory I shudder,
Of who you are in anger and pain,
That feeling I never want to feel again,

The face of thee who hurt me,
My eyes filling so I cannot see,
Remembering what we once had,
Could never fix the damage that makes me sad,

For now you twist the words I said,
These awful lies run amok and spread,
I wish the best for my friend,
The one who’s time I used to spend,

For she changed who I am today,
For better or worse, who could say?