ok so having read that essay this is what she inspired me to write:
I am One
of a very long line
of Women
who got Out.
I am not alone
but the latest in the line
Separated
merely by time.
I have no peers-
strange but true.
One by one they have fallen
but I have always slipped through.
The butterfly collectors
failed
my wings will be
pin Free
this uncolonised land
is little known
a Quiet Resistance
expects no applause-
only to survive,
intact
and call itSelf
Home.
I am One
of a very long line,
of Women
who got Out.
first draft and i'm no poet laureate obviously but thought i'd share it. seems fitting to offer a poem for the death of a poet.