Freedom – She Be Fierce

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She Be a Poet ~ The Day She Left

October 15, 2022February 25, 2023 shebfierce

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Faces change yet remain familiar,

eyes wide with paranoia,

obvious disdain,

cracked glass and minds

clear signs of pain.

Distance and fear grow,

resentment peaks,

pacts and pledges of togetherness,

where are those opinionated tongues,

careful and positively meek.

Navigate changing pathways,

cat’s eyes set boundaries tight turns,

mind and mileage drive adventures,

on land that perpetually burns.

‘Energy is Everything’, a mantra, the ace up my sleeve,

intuitive, empathic, complicated soul,

heart set vision; of the day she leaves.

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She Be a Poet – My Musical Youth

January 30, 2021February 10, 2021 shebfierce

Raised on a council estate, the only Greeks on the block,

Playing on the green outside where the local kids would flock.

Belinda Carlisle told us, that ‘Heaven Is a Place on Earth’

Only Bucks Fizz swore it was ‘The Land of Make Believe’,

A mixed tape of my musical, spiritual birth.

Confusion reigned in ‘Our House’ still,

‘Teardrops’ drenched my cheeks,

My story behind SMASH HITS poster covered walls,

Memorizing tunes, my world, lyrical geek.

Dancing tall on tip toes, Thursday nights, TOTP,

‘Running Up That Hill’ of teenage life,

‘I Want to Break Free’.

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Edge of Heaven – George Michael

December 29, 2016February 10, 2021 shebfierce

It’s not a life I would go back to, growing up as a Greek Cypriot teenager, but I would go there one last time just to look at the magazine cuttings of George Michael on my bedroom wall. My life back then was a stifling existence without any clear window to the freedom I craved or to open so I could escape.

For many of the girls in my strict situation, there were pop stars and those pop stars meant we could escape in our minds when our feet were too paralyzed with fear to move. In fact, the only defiant and rebellious thing I ever did was to leave marks on my very on trend at the time pink and grey wallpaper after re-applying sticky tape which would lose its grip eventually and cause George to fall and hide behind my bed post!

I just wish I could have gone to the Wham! Farewell Concert, which of course, I wasn’t allowed to go to, but, I followed my gut instinct and with endeavour I can now listen to him whenever I want and wherever I want. I unbolted that double glazed window, installed cheaply by the council to find my FAITH, FREEDOM and I am in no doubt that George ‘The Singing Greek’ found his heaven.