Angela

She'll walk on.
Through the cesspit,
The moral ghetto
Of fermented lies
And innuendo...
Where swaggering prep-school bullies
With their condescending tone
And expensive shoes
Try to trample on the indestructible spirit
Of that little girl who always knew
She was as good as any one of them.
While the nannies ' boys bay on, and on,
Like birthing ewes
She will walk past them.
Head high.

Jan Clarke