for women everywhere …
they said she was opinionated.
they castigated her for not following the norm.
they dismissed her for being “loud-mouthed”.
they spoke disparagingly of her for flouting cultural, religious, sectarian narrow-minded claptrap.
they damned her for unclipping her wings, as she soared free into the open skies.
she is you.
and may you always be you …
in love with hope …
she comes to me,
offering solace, gentle words whispered in my ear,
she placates me,
her words a tender caress, dispelling fear,
she seduces me, as sure as she breathes fire into my soul,
she teases me, offering glimpses of the promise of being whole,
she heals me, when i’m down, battered blue black,
she picks me up, shuffling my self as bones achingly crack.
in love with her, i know now, without her, i would not cope,
in love with her, i know now, she is abiding hope,
hope lives,
hope breathes,
always …
for Ché
(14 June 1928 – 9 October 1967)
The Wind Carries His Name.
They shot him down,
to silence a man of flesh and bone.
Even as the bullets tore through him,
the wind carried his name.
Far across the weary fields,
high above the stubborn peaks,
over the blood soaked streams,
the wind carried his name.
They shot him down,
to silence a man of flesh and bone.
Yet the wind carries his name,
to you and to me,
to them and to us.
They shot him down,
but his name resounds,
as it floats on the breeze.
They still try to shoot him down
to silence us all,
to stifle an ideal.
But the wind cannot be stilled,
and the wind carries his name.
Ché
(50th Anniversary of the assassination of Ché)
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my Chè tattoo – right arm
Scribbled Verse 
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