I guess mi Mam is happy , not so blue
I’m wearing tweed and turquoise in soft hues
Skirts are out of date, but I like clothes
Terracotta, wine, autumnal shows
Mi Mam didn’t like mi faded denim jeans
Nor mi hair that floated like a stream
Now I’m old I’m wearing her sweet dreams
My hair is short and curly; how it gleams
She wanted me to look like richer folk
But I rebelled and wore a duffel coat
I wore a skirt so short mi Mammy choked
My legs were thinner than an angel’s throat
My face was long and pointed, with big eyes
I gave such languid looks the men near cried
I always told the truth.I cannot lie
A martyr and a saint.I lived to die
How do you keep so thin ,the students asked
Do not eat and ride your bike too fast
Grieve for folk who died by their own hand
Mi Mammy would not, could not understand
The doctors never knew I could not eat
I lived on hard boiled eggs and Heinz baked beans
My face was shy but still I looked quite sweet
Explaining mathematics to the geeks
Mi Mam is dead and I wear stuff she wore
A real wool skirt and jumper, I’m reborn
I wear red tights and shoes without a horn
A warm soft coat, a hat with its own phone
We are not each one person but a gang
As life goes on we wander hand in hand
Me and I and she who likes to sing~
All wearing brilliant colours on white sands
How my heart sings 