Aspire to Great Things.

Poem written aged 16 years – teenage girl, from Dublin, Ireland, wondering about life and questioning man’s humanity and the significance of one person and their link to the whole creation.

A poem about taking chances and overcoming fears. Revolution always begins with you.

My deepest motivation.

Natural looking hair, the perfect body, stepford wives, Martha Stuart look a likes, your out and I’m in. I am not gonna help you stereo type what american women should look like! Love us who use our looks and lives for an artistic self expression and stop stepping aside from us like we just stepped out of jail!

Finally, my soul was set free. A record of my so-called “first love” which lasted from December 3, 1973 through January 9, 1974. I was a high school sophomore and he was a senior. Later, I realized the truth. I was in love with the idea of being in love and not really in love with him.

Like a Leaking tap, Poetry keeps Flowing.

Sometimes it feels like things that should come easily to me are so unattainable.

Why should anyone be able to judge by outward appearance?

I’m so hot, hotter than the summer sun, so I let winter moist my body until fall begun…