Guilty

Feel guilty for Lent

Feel guilty for the war

Pack your bags, have a tab

And get drowned in it all.

Feel guilty for sunrise

Feel guilty for cloud

You’re a mother, like no other

Don’t be quiet, be loud

Feel guilty for chocolate

though it gives you energy

We need to eat, we need to breathe

Food is not the enemy

So break your high heels girl

And make your own track

Find your voice, make your choice

There is no going back.

I’m not sure this is finished, but here’s my first offering for International Women’s Day 2017.

And if anyone has a rhyme for haemoglobin, can they give me a heads-up?

(C) Rebecca Deans/Becky Deans 2017