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Malleable


Malleable


Touch me, move me

Re-shape my clay 

I was malleable

You hands were given (birth right) honour

I will un-mess me, the dreams

live on, of one day


Place the crown on my own head

No sculptor

Dismissing all the words they never said

Entering through crevices and cracks

They can hear me in silence

Pottery wheels and mouths of wonder,

living free, and untaped


See me when my heart sleeps

See the child’s beating heart

The warm arms around me

Never choosing to manipulate my peaks

Celebrate my magic with the spray

paint

and revel in my ART


They turned dishes into wastelands

knives stabbing me, in handle-turning, sighs

Once they’d taken all the feed

I was so happy until I told you

Not telling you, with prodding sticks

The wet hands

that accuse me of being sticky

Neck strain for all of time


Curiosity on which are the lies?


You’re not even worthy of my landscape

Rising - you’re not taking centuries, of my time

You were my over-the-shoulder

Can’t-make-it

rear view

And now the hands round the wheel,

clay fingers, dirty, throbbing, idea-drenched nails

Dig their claws in

The honing that is mine


You were looking for perfection

and I was breathing through expression

That you have no place trying to define


..

work-in-progress, say it till you believe it, know it, you are worthy, you are enough, you matter, you bring the world joy,

if they don’t see you it’s their loss



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