Poem: I Am …

I wrote this poem from the perspective of my character Shane from my series One Step Closer 4.

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I am black,

I am trans,

I am pan,

I am omni,

I am working-class,

I am a single father,

I like kinky sex

and I was sexually abused

and harrassed

and I am fighting but I am scared.


I live in the world,

I am intelligent

and I know how this will go down.

Gavin says do something

and loving to me as he is,

does he understand

how they will rip me to shreds,

how my son will be bullied,

how my career will fade,

he is coming from a good place,

I ain’t knocking him,

I love him too

but I know the world

and I know the shit they will bring to my doorstep.


I know what they will do to me,

take every part of me

and run with it,

I don’t know what to do

but I know what I want to,

I want to fight

but I can’t,

I can’t do this

and it makes me feel weak

but I am strong.


They tried to hurt me

and I want to punish them

because I want justice,

I want my son to know

that in the future

whoever they may be

that they don’t have to put up with this shit

but I haven’t the guts

but who has the guts in this time,

this place,

this situation,

do I have it?


No one will believe me

and I am fucked

but can I brave it?

Why do I have to brave it?


I can’t do this,

I must remain silent

for my son and I

and hope that those in the future don’t feel they have to.



Poem: Pride

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Happy Pride to all in my community

and outside it who are supportive,

this year has been quite hard

in many ways

on top of the usual

but we are strong,

our allies are strong

and let’s have fun,

let’s change the world,

let’s not be afraid,

fear is a killer,

I know that only too well,

fuck fear,

fuck pain,

tell it all where to go,

well try to

because you are never alone,

you are understood

and have a fucking fantastic day!

Poem: R.I.P Dad

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My Father’s name was Brian,

he was always very dapper,

I remember him wiping down his clothes


the smell of his hair products

in his slicked back grey hair,

the black leather shoes he regularly wore

and just all round always looking a picture.


My Father had Dublin humour

which of course means he was hilarious,

he could crack a joke at the drop of a hat,

always quick with a one-liner,

his wittiness knew no end.


My Dad always said no one is above

or below you,

my Dad always believed I could do

anything I set my mind,

I never felt less

due to my working-class roots,

he made sure of that.


My Father was kind,

his heart was huge,

he fought for his rights,

he was gentle,

people found him a gentleman

and he was.


I love you Dad,

I miss you,

I think about you all the time,

you will always be with me,

Happy Father’s Day,

lots of love and kisses.

Poem: A Change Is Gonna Come

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Have no fear,

have no doubts,



you are strong,

you are valuable

even if society hasn’t always valued you

or your contributions

and your worth,

shame on us.


The violence,

the prejudice and ignorance,

the snide, flippant comments,

the utter privilege white people fed into

and gloried in for too long

while saying ‘I’m not a racist,

I have black friends’

and gaslighting you

to make you believe that you are bad

and the one in the wrong.


As a white person I am sorry,

sorry for how white people have acted,

ashamed of how white people have acted,

our race is flawed with ugly history,

ugly present time too

and without acknowledging that,

we are part of the problem,

so white people stop this defensive bullshit,

you know how many of our race is fucked up

when it comes to race issues,

stop sweeping things under the carpet.


A Change Is Gonna Change,

it’s been far too long coming,

through the bravery

of my brothers, sisters and non-binary siblings of color,

I stand with you for what it’s worth

but you really don’t need me or any white person’s help,

you have all got this,

you are stronger,

more compassionate,

more wonderful

than we have ever given you credit for,

I can’t wait for this change to happen

and I send you all much love.


Poem: Perfect

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I don’t have to be your definition of perfect

and that is so liberating.

I don’t have to shut my mouth for your comfort

and that’s something I didn’t see before.

I don’t have to be a bigger person

because I already don’t think I am.

I decided not to be your version of mature and sophisticated

because you said that is what it was,

I got tired of being gaslighted

even though I didn’t realise that was what it was.

I began to come alive,

away from the doubts and I won’t let that go.

I am a human,

maybe you should remember that.

I have chosen to be happy

and I ain’t going back.

Poem: You’re Just Too …



There was a time in my life

I felt I was too …






Wanting to be right,




Lacking in compassion

Bad …


There was a time in my life I believed these things

where I let words affect me,

even hurt me

but I eventually stopped

because I know myself

better than you know me,

I always have,

I just forgot along the way.


So keep telling me I’m too all these things,

keep telling me I’m too much

because the truth is I’m too human

because the things you see as too imperfect

are filled with love

but continue to be too in the dark

on that if you wish

because I refuse to be too scared anymore,

too scared of feeling,

too scared of thinking,

too scared of who I am.


Because now I know I’m too me

and I find me not too bad.

Poem: Dinner For 2

With it being Valentine’s Day, I thought I would write a Valentine’s poem. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! 🙂


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She watched the post,

no flowers, no card,

she hoped her love

would call soon

because this was almost like


Being single!


Three hours later,

the phone rang,

‘Meet me for dinner’,

so she popped on some music

and got all done up,

to the nines.


Two hours later,

she met her outside

the date of the venue

and went inside to be asked,

‘Would you like Fries with that?’



Poem: 2020

Happy New Year everyone to you and yours! I hope the new year will be everything you want it to be. Thank you for all your support throughout the year & I shall see you all again in the new decade! 🙂






It is a new decade about to arrive
and I’m just thankful to be alive,
looking forward to
more family time,
more writing,
more reading,
more learning,
more music,
more life.

Who knows what the year will bring,
each year brings more experience,
more knowledge,
more achievements,
more fun,
highs and lows
and all in-between.
I don’t know what is on the cards
and I suppose that is why
it is both daunting and exciting.

I turn 30 this year
and my god a lot has happened
in those almost 30 years!
Over the years
I have grew to not expect
and just live
and that’s why 2020 is so exciting.

So here is to the new year,
here’s to a new decade
with more progress
and a decade to look
back at nostalgia,
here’s to taking everything
in our strides,
never worrying
because nothing is that big
at the end of the day.

Here’s to time,
to life,
to being free,
to living,
to happiness.

Poem: Take Pride

June is Pride Month so in honour of this wonderful, open-hearted month I have written this poem. Hope you all like it. Happy Pride Month! 🙂

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Take pride in you,

take happiness in your

romantic feelings or lack of,

in your sexual feelings or lack of,

in your gender,

in being intersex,

in being all the things that

make you what you are:



Shrug off the opposition,

choose to party instead,

choose to learn your history,

choose being responsive to goodness

and leave the opposition to deal

with their problems,

they clearly have a lot of those.

Choose to be alive to life,

to living your true self

and take no step of shame,

take pride in you this month,

take pride in you all year around.

Poem: Grace & Hope

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Today is Lesbian Visibility Day so this is my poem Grace & Hope in honour of the day. Hope you all like it. 🙂


When they were 3

they used to play with Barbies

and occasionally a Cindy,

sitting for hours talking

and making up weddings

for their dolls.


By high school Grace

had turned all emo

while Hope joined

the debating team

and became the school nerd.


At 21 Grace wondered

why she was attracted to her

best friend.

After all Grace liked girls,

always had

but to the world Hope was

a guy called Ryan

but she never felt like a guy

to Grace

so it was all very odd.


In any case love was love

and all that jazz

and by 22 they were officially

an item

but Hope was moody

a lot of time

and Grace wished she would

let her in.


At 24, Hope admitted to Grace

that she was trans,

no big deal to anyone

except Daisy Johnson

who insisted they weren’t

‘a real lesbian couple’

like herself and Joan

but no one listened to her anyway.


At 30, they got engaged,

a mutual agreement over breakfast

in their new flat,

might be many years before

they would marry,

recreate their dolls’ weddings,

many years before they saved

for the rings

but the deal was made

and life was good.


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