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My heart on my sleeve, my words on the page,

The effort it took us to get here tonight is something that you don’t choose to understand

Or get involved in.

That’s why we can’t be a part of your game.

Game it is because your soul is not involved and utterly immersed in it,

Your survival does not depend on what you write.

And then there’s us, writing for our lives.

We make up a completely different category and you don’t recognise us.

Is it too painful because it could be you?

Too messy a message for you to want to read?

And yet my poem finishes with hope, and it would change your mind and thoughts if you dared to let it in.

My heart on my sleeve, my words on the page.

My writing pulls you outside your comfort zone and into the unknown, but you could all choose to plunge in and listen.

I never chose to be in this category and yet here I am making the best of it with my body and my mind, and putting it on the page.

It makes me sad and it might make you sad if you chose to hear my words, but nothing brought a tear to my eye tonight

and there is the sadness for me.

My heart on my sleeve, my words on the page.

Our writing has purpose, it’s here for a reason.

We do it for us, we do it to heal, and we do it for to share.

You chose not to add another category, not to look outside the box of your expectations.

We are inclusive, we champion teamwork and kindness,

We listen with gentle respect.

Writing for our lives, fighting for our lives.

My heart on my sleeve and my words on the page.