Write For Revolution


We danced alone on wooden floors
Volunteers making noise
In later days I heard that you had
Swallowed lumps for breakfast

I sat in darkness, closing throat
Felt my own lumps swimming up
Listening and wondering
Of spun-out olive branches

I went away and thought about
All the horror, all the fear
All the tears I’d shed so far
And wondered, could I help?

Could I stand there to make a change?
To help one person in the world
Feel less alone, less isolated
Could I?
Well…

I tried
I wrote
I told about
Little girls
And bruises
Loneliness and solitude
Rapture and revulsion
Teenage isolation
Violence and martyrdom
Obstacles, hypocrisy
Kissing girls and
Loving christ

And now there’s more of us
Northern girls with tales to tell
We reap and sow the seeds of change
And write our lives for you
We write for revolution

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Laura Taylor is a gobby Northerner with a penchant for upsetting apple-carts, defying rules and regulations, and deviation, from anything. She is a skilled shirker, professional idler, part-time hedonist, and consistently punctual.
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