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The roses
The roses I never sent herWill now have died.Or maybe they were never cutAnd they’re flowering into a bush.Maybe they were all readyAnd just sent to someone else.The roses I sent a strangerWe’re they even ever mine?But they feel like an artefactThat were only to me What I envisioned them to beThe strangers celebrating loveBut…
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A woman
I’m a broken woman Contradictory Strong yet broken So much to give but not able to My mouth is shut by my own hands I was never pinned down But always told not to speak up To sit straight, with my legs crossed Because who knows who would peer up
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Stand
You are invading my space Stand I’m not going to move from where I was sat You approached me So cheers to that But I want you to stand And take steps furher back And you will. Because you see the power in my pupils The strength in my stance And you know you couldn’t…
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back of the bus
I hear you at the back of the bus Staring eyes up my legs I hear words describing my body From my toes to my head You talk about what you would do But you dont see my music is paused You are being quite creative But I still wont applause Your lack of balls…
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Poetry by Taylor 