All Hail The Great Sultana

Consider the sultana

The jewel in my porridge

It’s not the kind of fruit

That you can just go out and forage

It started out in life

A bulbous juicy grape

But sat out in the sun too long

And now it’s changed it’s shape

It’s dark, wizened and wrinkled

Like it’s fallen from your nose

And probably looks like your granny

When she’...

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Strange Fruit

“what is beautiful?”

asks Eliza

for she thinks

that she is not

because they tell her

she is not

“why are they hurtful?”

as if the outside

somehow sullies

what is inside

and insinuates the sour

to what is sweet

“why do they ridicule?”

the size the shape

the roughness of my skin

the growths

the fact my spine

Is out of...

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