When I was little I was Beryl Markham
Or Amelia Earhart
Sometimes even Amy, Wonderful Amy
I opened my mind, like I opened my window
And just flew
I flew my plane over the African plains
Over snow-covered Mount Kilimanjaro
Close, so close, to the Victoria Falls
Hour after hour, day into night
I flew and flew and flew
Away from you..
..and the things you made me do
PS. This poem, I have subsequently discovered, has now been printed on the wall at the Drayton Park Women’s Crisis Centre, only they’ve chosen to leave the final two lines off. Kind of changes the poem into something completely different. You be the judge.