I see you all
Stood side by side,
So perfectly
Together.
Bricks and mortar,
Grains and water,
Such is this fortress.
The iron clad door
Held open for all.
‘Not you.’
Not me.
Is it the orange cart?
The voice?
Or is it just
The way I look?
The life I bring
Does not fit in
With yours
You claim
So welcoming.
I wish not to live
Within your walls
Made of such
Hard stone.
But only to bring
My oranges here,
In hope
That you
Might smile.
But no.
It’s too much.
I’m too much.
I’m too much
For you
And your empty halls.
There’s too much
Me in me
For you.
That’s fine.
I’ll take my oranges
North.
What are you hiding from,
In your fort
Built from barley?
– Essie Parker Walsh
Essie P.W 