I don’t want to grow old and look young
I don’t want a porcelain face
that doesn’t shatter when it feels
I don’t want a body that defies gravity,
I want mine to be grounded.
I don’t want manicured arms
bulbous lips
pristine fingernails
I want my hands to show how hard I’ve worked
I want to wear my mistakes
and my triumphs with pride
I want every scar
every mark
every line
every wrinkle
to tell a story
To tell you this person lived,
this person laughed,
this person frowned,
this person made it count.
These lines grow as I do,
let them tell the world
I am here, I am alive.
WHO ARE YA?
I am twiggy, but i've been informed that name has already been taken. so twigg it will have to be.
WRITING
poetry | lyrics | thoughts |
MUSIC
compose | sing | play |
CREATIONS
jewellery from machine parts, found & recycled objects | costume & festival wear | sketches & paintings |
Twigg 