If I use these words to bare the soul
For all this world to see,
And if with this pen,
tell all societies secrets
Leave it be, it is my will

And I may criticize everything
All that I see,
tearing down faulty structures,
others have built

Audacity is the license of my skill

And if with my writing I seek to touch your innermost being
To capture the heart,
stir mind and enthuse spirit
And coerce and convince you to believe along with me –

It is my art…
Do not fault me

And if my words so few should succeed
To move, provoke
and induce feelings new
Or express what you had longed to share

Just dub me a sage
and give me my due

2012: Reprinted with Permission from Coal and Femficatio Publishing Ltd.