youth – She Be Fierce

She Be a Poet – My Musical Youth

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’.

Two seeds are frivolously planted, roots begin to grow

the gardener and his shovel made a groove beneath the snow.

With words and without warning, she tries but can’t forget

one side thoughtful gentleman, the other makes her fret.

Once more retreat begins, protective cloak she wears

hiding so her eyes can’t see, the net, unpredictable snares.

Who she is, is not enough, painful, usual, truth

Soul sore of being second best to fantasies and youth.

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