You tell me I have no experience, I have plenty, Sir.
You see this scar up my arm? It taught me to stand up and fight.
You see this cinch in my forehead? It’s from worrying about my siblings.
The words on my tongue come from Krog, Thamm, and Donne.
My hands are calloused from peeling potatoes at age 11.
All my life I have been working:
Fish & Chips shop, delivery girl, waitress, wine seller, intern, teacher, journalist
But my opinion is too young
I have been to the depths of depravity and survived.
Don’t tell me I’m too young.
Things I’ve seen, things I’ve done.
25 and still alive
The road has been a lonely one.