Spring + Summer Favourites 2017

Hello hello hello…. I’m back (again) after a little escape (again) from the blogging world (again). Let’s just say things have been… busy. V V busy, in fact.

But now, hopefully things are going to calm down a bit, and I can get back into the thing I always want to spend my time on: blogging!Read More »

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“Morani-Fever”

This is not going to be a review for two reasons. One, I am utterly appalling at writing reviews. Ask anyone. Except you can’t, because no one’s ever read a review by me. Because they are crap. And two, I am obsessed with Caitlin Moran. I have nothing bad to say. And as we all know, a positive review is a boring one. We all (hopefully) saw my raving and, frankly, worrying post about Lena Dunham a few months back and this kind of sort of links to that. Read More »

Justified Injustice // Poetry Series Part 3

Ode To Leelah

She. She. She

Was so beautiful.

Trapped, a soldier, a martyr.

She was strong. She was brave.

She. She. She

Was encaged, locked into this world

Misunderstood and forgotten.

Suffered in silence.

Brushed aside.

She is not he.

Lost in a world,

Where instinct

And inside mean nothing.

She fought too long, too hard

Undeserved pain, unrecognised.

She. She. She

Hurt by those

Supposed to love unconditionally,

She is not a beautiful story,

But she was beautiful.

She is not a tragic hero,

But a tragedy nonetheless.

She. She.

She.

Justified Injustice // Poetry Series

I Come From

I come from an easy life,

Lack of hardship,

Lack of labour,

Food waiting on the table,

Teachers waiting in the classroom.

I come from not having to fight,

For my freedom, for my rights.

But I come from “boys will be boys”

And “don’t go out alone”

I come from keys poised between fingers.

I come from fear.

I come from believing

I must be perfect, complacent

Never outspoken, never bossy,

“You run like a girl!”

And “don’t be a p*ssy!”

I come from a world

Where my gender dictates

What I can do,

And more importantly what I cannot.

Be the princess

You cannot save yourself.

That’s for the prince.

Unfunny jokes,

Where I belong in the kitchen

And “you can’t wear that”

Why should I not do

What my brothers can?

Why must I always be the lady

To forget how to look after myself?

I come from anger.

I come from overprotection.

I come from a man’s world.

I come from fear, fear, fear.