the poet groups her works

so don’t tell me what to write
and don’t tell me that I’m wrong

and don’t tell me not to reference my
songs within my songs

titles like i am the biggest genius no-one knows about. i felt it
i felt genius like the lick of a leather belt
like a reprimand

the ones about here. China
tastes like a drip from tongues
steeped like tea. difference,
difference everywhere

yellow umbrellas & student fear
running through the streets
like pissing gangland dogs

the woman wounded annals
post-rape chronicles

the smiley-faced found love again
can’t believe the score scores
sentimental. tulips in a vase
weaker work

the frightening ones i don’t read back
but they’ll be in the edit because
they are potent little fists

unnerving as a handgun
held by a child.

when i am long gone
they are the ones people will remember not for their technical flair but for the desperate way it feels to take a sledgehammer to
what is right to write

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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