Does it matter that I pretended not to see? Though I saw Haven’t the strength to save the world every day What about me? But my gracious right eye wandered I saw Have to focus on my own woes Keep my bogey man at bay` Does it matter that he saw me look away? Continue reading Me Me ME
A lovely (and concerned) friend messaged me recently: “Are you ok? Some quite black life is a shit sandwich being posted ….not that it isn’t a shit sandwich of course. Nor that there is much I can do about it if you aren’t ok..Except send love. Which I do. Anyway”. Thing is, having (ever so) slowly sheded the chains of crippling self-consciousness and truly accepted that those who know and … Continue reading Last exit to Bedlam
