A MERRY GO ROUND GIRL
A merry-go-round girl am I
On animals all shape and size
I ride them fast, and swift, and strong
To see if all my rights make wrong
I can’t do this or that, or fail
And if I fall, I’m sure to sail
Straight to the end, where line starts true
Where I am made to stand in blue
Of misery and broken dream
And power engines’ streaming wings
That flutter by and carry fast
Joy’s images in bubble vast
A place within the nectar sweet
Where clouds were naught but candy treat
Before removed with cherished youth
And hope beguiled with jagged truths
Of monsters real and panics proud
Of ivory boards that scourged and gouged
How staggered they, in daring ways
That preach to hide and never play
To tempt while striking joust of fear
And tell thee when I bleed in tear
I’m weak and blind, forgiven not
I’m injury unpardoned, fought
How dare they mold me into this
Some partner for their wretched dish
For I am rider, wild and free
With legs spread straight and hair in breeze
Upon a spirit painted old
Chipped and powdered with jester’s gold
So ride I will, with song, with rein
And laugh and laugh at silly games
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By Samantha Craft, September 2012