Hold your head high and smile and
Straighten your back and look ahead
They tell me
Never know who I am and what I deserve
My place in the world.
I think I am a cloud or a see-through curtain
I fancy myself a vase with no flowers in it
I walk around like a clown on a journey
Outside the walls of the home.
I would let birds alight on my shoulder I
Would dig a hut with the fox and her cubs
I would roll on the grass till the sun has scorched me -
But I’ve forgotten my name…
They know it and they
Can help but I
Don’t really know what to do with it. I’m sorry.