She Be a Poet – Metabolic Mood

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Roots are growing longer, shooting up grey sprigs

Ditch the dye I’m thinking? Yeh? Nah? Maybe? How about a wig?

Perimenopausal tricks are happening and I’m just not in the mood

Trust there is no magic here, slippery sorcery stirring my food!

I call (cry) to a higher power, pleading, “Please be kind”

“Will all these squats I’m doing, give me my dream behind?”

Get down girl for the love of you, transformation waits

Grab the next phase fiercely, shock that metabolic rate!

© Michelle Sotiriou 2020

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