You make this lady wanna dance
I can feel rhythm and heat radiating
       from the tip of my tongue to down
below
Play me something with a piano and drums
Something funky so I can dance

Dance right down the stairs
And out into the street in nothing but
        my underwear and dignity
And as the smoke swirls in the ashes
Of pain I shrug it all off

I have grown fed up
I will make my own spirit fly
        right out this room
past the doors
the people
the pollution
and the cars

Past the cities
the suburbs and the broken mining towns
past the war and the turbulence
Into the stars
And I will radiate!

I will blind them all with
       my soul light




"The only person who can oppress you is yourself."

More of my poetry. Haven't written in ages. It felt nice.