Wasted Woman

Increasingly feeling invisible

Banging on doors that remain closed

Battling rejection

Frustrated and borderline morose

Emails and voicemails

That get no response

Wasted efforts

Over years, not just months

Money ‘invested’

Seemingly poured down the drain

Hours spent labouring

Was it really all in vain?

What does one have to do?

To achieve that lucky break?

In the face of such fierce competition?

What the actual f**k does it take?

Is it my sex or my age?

Is it a sign of the times?

Will I ever get paid?

For formulating rhymes?

Will I ever get hired?

To tread again those wooden boards?

Will I ever again be admired?

By someone seeking more than a whore?

Should I have a mid-life crisis?

Delude myself I’m 20 once more?

Wear tiny skirts, platform stilettos

Pour myself into a size 4?

It used to be easy

To magic up a job

To realise an ambition

Opportunities abounded in love

Anything was possible

Gambles nearly always paid off

Now I can’t get a number on the lottery

Let alone five and the bonus ball!

I’m trying so hard

I really bloody am

But I keep hitting walls

Something is jammed

Being 40 odd and female

Is a tricky state to be in

Having neither wed nor bred

And no longer being young and thin

Is it time to chuck in the towel?

Wear tweed and a violet rinse?

For what I’ve got isn’t what it takes

Thought admitting it makes me wince

Should all of us artistic women

Who just can’t earn a crust

In the industry we love

Give up and gather dust?

Should we sulk in a corner?

With bitter, withering souls?

Because we never quite made it

And achieved our goals?

No we shouldn’t

We should soldier on!

Do it the hell anyways

Because it’s what we love!

We suffer for our art

And art imitates life

And life is tough at times

But at least we’re living, right?

And the story isn’t over

There are many chapters to be wrote

And while there’s breath in your body

There’s an element of hope

So don’t give up,

Whether spinsters or sopranos!

We all are potential winners

One day we shall own milanos!

Even if it’s in our dreams

For without dreams we shrivel and die

So fight on to the death

Even If it means that we die trying!

Big Up Or Shut Up

Spread love not hate

Celebrate

Each other’s success

Share the happiness

Don’t cast a dark shadow

When someone else is doing well

Be supportive

Not jealous as hell

We all deserve

The good things in life

A sprinkling of stardust

Should be everyone’s right

If people bring you down

When you are on the up

They clearly don’t deserve you

It’s so messed up

The green eyed monster

Should not prevail

Don’t stand for its antics

Turn on your tail

If your tribe can’t provide you

With a genuine smile

When you’re proud of an achievement

Then run a mile

Life can be tough

Solidarity should be sought

Not rivalry, oneupmanship

And negative retorts

Surround yourself

With your biggest fans

The ones on your wavelength

Who’ll shake your hand

The ones who’ve got your back

Through thick and thin

Who big you up

And want you to win

Those who’ll help lift you

When you reach for the skies

Who won’t be staring daggers

From behind envious green eyes.

The Key

When your peace of mind

Is shattered to bits

And you worry about everything

When little things

Really get on your t**s

And you’re anxious about what tomorrow will bring

When you dread getting up

And facing the day

And your stomach is tied up in knots

When you question your sanity

Along the way

And you feel like you’ve lost your guts

Search within, go deep inside

Connect with your centre

With your arms open wide

Seek tranquility

And your own inner peace

Soothe yourself when your strength is weak

Find that distant

Chink of light in the dark

Like the star of Bethlehem

Follow its lead

‘Til it lights up your heart

And your inner voice finally begins to sing

Immerse yourself

In that which you love

Retreat into your protective shell

Batten down the hatches

Convene with your soul

And perhaps with the angels as well

No one is alone in this universe

No matter how it may feel

No matter how you may hurt

The Divine belongs

To one and all

And is there for the taking, if you will

We all are cherished

Even when we fall

No one is condemned to hell

So breathe, my friend,

Inhale deeply the light

Feel it’s radiance replenish and restore

Learn your worth

Stand up and fight

Love thyself a little more

Have faith in YOU

And Heaven above

And go knock, knock, knocking on its gate

You have the key

To open that door

Do it now – don’t hesitate!