Personal accounts of surviving modern slavery in Scotland.
June 09, 2011
'I dream in song again'
I do like my instrumental poetry even if I do suffer from the British over active cringe glad. It's about waking up after abuse and how there is a sense of loss (sometimes) towards the strength in survivor mode that you can't get when your getting over things. It's the sort of strength that makes women able to lift cars to free their kids, the sort of adaptability that makes men lactate. A sort of clarity of vision that sees everything because it is without prejudice, or preference. It's sublime, astounding but doesn't make for good pick up lines.