Merry Merry Margaret

merry merry Margaret
went to catch a fish

slipped on a conundrum
fell into a dish

boiling contradictions
patriarchal lies

merry merry Margaret 
couldn't close her eyes

grabbed herself a keyboard
let her fingers fly

lit a fire in women
that will never die...

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"I wrote my first poem at 14, to struggle with a loss...
It's been a way of working through crises ever since.
But it's also become a way of celebrating moments (hence my love of haiku),
and exploring our intense feelings.
I haven't sought to publish my poetry since
I was in my early 20s... Now, I simply want to make it
available to whomever it was given me for."