Bought and Sold

You’ve been sold a lie 

And you paid for it with shame

The beauty myth

Peddled by big business 

Costing us in more ways than we can count 

We should have kept the receipt 

~ Moxie McMurder 

Burn the Witch 

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The Completion of Girl

I am the girl who touches the hot stove 
I speak in volumes considered uncouth 

I have scars and bruises and secrets and an honesty that blisters my lips 

I have stolen 

I drink and smoke and I enjoy myself 

I swear like a wounded sailor 

And people would say that I behaved just like the boys

Ignoring my femininity 

This girl can hold her own 

Got to be able to piss with the big boys

Taught to be equal but not free 

I have grown into a woman who will not be told what to do

I like to watch things burn and write about the smoke that stings my eyes and makes my eyeliner run 

I have people in my life who inspire me and I have cut out people who disrespected me

I always carry scissors in my back pocket for just such an occasion 

I know I have something to prove

Something to leave behind 

And after a while I realised It was to take up space 

Use my voice 

The words at my disposal 

Connect with someone who truly understands the bullshit we all fight through 

Or take them to a place they never knew they wanted to visit 

I am the alpha and the omega 

Feminine and masculine 

I am not outspoken, I am spoken 

~ Moxie McMurder 

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Not Worth the Ink 

Enemies are my speciality

You’re nothing special 

Just another name 

One of several 

My shit list grows by the day 

I know it in my gut 

I’ve battled worse than you 

You didn’t make the cut

Not worth the ink

But I have plenty to spare

Just ready to spill

For the nemesis rare 

~ Moxie McMurder 

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The Daughters of Revolution 

This poem was inspired by a tweet by Kim Kelly.

The Daughters of Revolution 

With his back to me he said 

Your daughter’s beauty will start a revolution in the neighbourhood 

A pack of fierce girls, I thought 

Beauty 

And the beast 

Living as one 

Living in each daughter 

Born of my fire and love 

I birth and nurture these rebels 

Their names will be remembered 

The she wolves of revolution 

~ Moxie McMurder 

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Violet

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Violet
A colour I never liked
Pale and weak
Pleasant

But now all I see is violet
The red and blue of emotion have combined
But what should be purple
Rich and saturated
Has faded to this sickly colour
Hanging over me
A shroud no one can see

I can taste those violet sweets I would gobble up as a child
Now that perfumed flavour mixes with melancholy and it makes me feel sick
Where is the pigment?
The fight?
The strength?

Washed out like faded jeans
But actually, I like faded jeans

~ Moxie McMurder
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The Ink is Alive

spilled inkIt spills from my pen
It spills from my mind
And it’s alive

These words have a heartbeat
And it’s bleeding
I can taste these words in my mouth
As the ink drips from my hand

They stick in my throat
So I write them down
Choking on adjectives
And vomiting verbs

With a life of their own
They crawl
They breathe life into a dead relationship
And I’m left to mourn alone

Ink stained hands
Out dammed spot!
My hands are never clean
These words are still hot

~ Moxie McMurder