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From 8-11PM on the 27th of November, Peel Street Poetry's second crossover Open Mic with Linq is happening on the theme of "WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER". Come join us for a night of fabulous community, unity, and togetherness!
October Outloud 🚌🚊Public Transport
Come join us for a night of poetry themed around journeys, commutes and all the other in-between places. MC’d by Victoria Lee (@underscoretor ) and Portia Yu (@somewhat_birdlike ). Portia will also be reading from her micro-chapbook “Alternative Bus Routes in a City Long Gone”. Feel free to interpret the theme in any way you like. Poems written hurriedly while travelling are encouraged and welcome!
Starts 8pm, 1 October (Wed) at @theafterm
“Love Thyself like” @underscoretor
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Equipment @ppi_studio
People say your understanding of love changes
Beyond anything you can ever imagine
the moment you have children.
I have never loved a man
more than my mother loved me
and I was once sure that my best shit was breakup poetry
I used to think that’s how my crew came to know me
I leaned on it so hard you would think it was Codeine
Used to be so focused on the powerful forces that broke me
I let go of what made me whole.
See I was told that love was supposed to be unconditional
There is nothing you wouldn’t sacrifice, even sanctity of life
Like I’d take a bullet for you, I love you so much I could die
But when I was sixteen recovering from suicide
There was only her that made me cling to life
To promise to try, for her sake, not mine.
That’s when I learned Love can be begrudging sometimes.
Like I deserved to hurt to preserve her heart
Cuz I was not my own from the very start
For one, from her body I was painfully carved
And to this day she still bears the Caesarean scar
So I kept it pushing even though it was hard
Through the endless blister packets and the marks on my arm
Battling depression was like fighting the dark
Truth be told I didn’t ever think I’d make it this far
Look, if I do it it by the book, I’m already skipping steps
Love one another like yourself but myself I forget
It’s a reluctant sort of tolerance instead
I guess I dress myself and keep myself fed
but again and again my heart beats in my chest,
I resent the rhythm unrelenting, unending, offending entropy
I’m convinced that loving me isn’t meant for me
I’m the exception to the rule and it bends for me
All of this empathy I have is exempt from me
Take the best of me, ripped from my chest you see
I’ll love you so much there’s nothing left for me
Because, when a boy tells me he loves me
the first thing I ask is “why”?
And when I ask my mom the same thing
She says cuz you are mine.
I wake up in the morning and put a substance in my body that I hope my daughter never touches
(cont.)
Big love to these people (and everyone else!!) who came last night to see off @leehasausername as she hosted for the first time before leaving us!
We’ll see you all again next week 🫶🏻
