So I’ve just got the news that one of my poems has been published with Rebelle Society! I am over the moon at this discovery, not just because I’ve loved Rebelle Society for years because of their sassy, raw and honest writing but also because of their freedom of speech, if you have something to say and you are passionate about it they want to hear from you, they don’t scrutinize and they are not elitist. You can write about Yoga, love, magic, the pagan seasons, sex, life, nutrition, the chakras, short stories, humourous tales, being a warrior woman in search of her inner goddess, being a feminist male, being an eco-warrior wanting to save the planet and an artist who speaks through imagery or music. Rebelle Society like Elephant Journal were two online magazines I’ve wished with all my heart to be published with but never had the courage to submit anything in fear of rejection…Until now.
I don’t know what possessed me but last year I submitted a prose poem to Elephant Journal and it got accepted right before I was to do my kids yoga teacher training in April (2016) and now a recent love poem has been accepted by Rebelle Society as I am embarking on the journey to be initiated as a Magdalene Priestess (and finishing off my TEFL teaching course), how amazing is that?
This is the direction my writing is going in, I no longer wish to write “How to” articles or product reviews, they were excellent practice for me as a writer and I am so thankful for that opportunity Yogi Approved gave me and I absolutely loved writing every article I wrote for them because it gave me the chance to share my knowledge but now I want to focus on my voice, things I care about, things that wake me up in the middle of the night just to ponder on what or why it stirs emotion in me, I want to showcase my poetry and prose because unlike sharing my knowledge, it will show people what is inside my heart and perhaps inspire readers in the process too? I have been through a lot in my short life (so far), for someone so young I know what it feels like to come from a broken home, to be rejected by family, to be bullied all through school, to be in abusive relationships, to develop anxiety and body dysmorphia, to be seen as an outsider who needs to be controlled and changed to fit societal expectations and to be (figuratively speaking) kicked to the ground countless times for even attempting to be myself. But being true to my Chinese sign, the OX, I kept on going, trudging through the mud, carrying all that weight on my shoulders because I could see a beautiful meadow on the horizon.
This publication is exceptionally special to me as it not only honors my aunt who was a poet but lead a tragic life, if she was alive today there would be no doubt in my mind she’d be a well known published author or playwright. But it also shows those who point the finger that they were wrong and I am glad I remained headstrong, somewhere deep inside, even in all the pain the external world caused me, I never gave up and I believed in myself.
This particular poem is perfect for Valentines day, it is a love poem about appreciating imperfections within a relationship, it’s very cute but there is a slightly darker undertone as well because it is there to remind people not to nitpick or get angry at the person they love for being themselves, if someone is comfortable around you to accidentally burp or walk around half naked, tying a messy bun in their hair that means they feel like they can be 100% themselves so don’t destroy this beauty by being cruel or judgemental of their clumsy, imperfect innocence because in the rest of their life they have to act accordingly within society, don’t make them do the same in their relationship with you. Cherish their sweet imperfections because it is very holistic to love the whole person not a half formed thing you’ve tampered with.
You can read it here: Love Poem by an Imperfectionist