I have not been very successful working in the mainstream work force – too many grumpy people and being ‘a round peg in a square hole’ my psychiatrist said………..so back to my own creative endeavors – I wrote this poem wanting to resign from another bullying situation but just thought I’d wait for the PMT to pass, in case my hormones were affecting my feelings – a week after it was clear I couldn’t continue to work with one particular person due to the stress – the pay I received for my brilliant work wasn’t worth persevering through it all….and the sleepless nights.
AT THE PEAK OF MY POWERS
I was all ready to resign – whipped up(stressed)
And Blood showed its laughing smear
To halt me in my tracks of biological destiny.
Those ovaries that egg on desire and
Sex, and damn chemistry of hormones which
Delivers a rampage of confusion, in my mind(because)
I believe, I am certain, I am a Warrior
Against Injustice against me,
And I write and fight for the plight
Of the children and their loved ones
Stuck in refugee camps off – shore, in
Detention – seeking asylum.
Forget United Nations conventions, we
‘Fair- go’ Australians lead the way, compassion
Corrupted by fear of foreigners(xenophobia)
We always do forget we’ll keep repeating the same
Mistakes till we learn, have another Blood sacrifice
For the ‘Greater good’, the message
Comes from on high.
And so many believe them, who throw bombs
As if they were rocks from Davids sling-shot.
I’m all ready to quit my life on Earth,
This losing battle of Joy versus Despair,
Of wailing at the wall – gnashing my teeth
Through the night.
Then as Dawn birds sing, It becomes clear –
I am Fool each moon cycle
In an eternal card game, an archetypal
Female upon the stage, putting on a
Show to please, to provoke and
Do the best I know!
The screw does turn, awareness lightens like
Luna’s mood transitions and Death and Horror
Is committed in somebody elses
Theatre of War.
It’s 4am and I’m singing a song
For the preservation of my vocation,
To deliver us from Evil in the name
Of the God/dess from the depths
Of my Soul and genius of
My Ovarian cycle!
(c)copyright Julie McNeill