Now I Am Bald
Now I am bald and
a fashionista by default,
as it was never my fashion
before
and no one followed me

Now I am bald and
a fashionista by default,
as it was never my fashion
before
and no one followed me

Criminalised for a flag.
Criminalised for displaying its colours,
for wearing its colours,
for painting its colours
in the country where it arose from,
in the country where it belongs.

In search of a saviour
they look to the father
to forgive their sins.

for that was the charge
against him.
If he killed,
it seems
it was a soldier
out of place

These vassals
and workers
obeying the king
obeying their lord,
obeying their masters
obeying them all.

They usually left something behind,
the builders who finished the job,
something hidden in the walls
something that had been
part of their life

Balconies are dangerous places
too reminiscent of climbing frames
shouting out ‘climb me, yes you can!’
But it’s so easy to fall.

And still the rain fell
so we stayed a while
longer.
It was fun.

I can add an idea,
capture a thought,
write it down
and it would be
safe there
in my bag.

We create so many masks
so many masks to hide behind,
to hide our faces
to hide ourselves.

One day I might recover them
and live that perfect life
which lies inside my head.

If she hadn’t remembered
the scent from before.
There would have been
no screams, no stamping
up and down on the trolley.