Hopes for a World Without “Me Too”

Dear Daughter,

One day I hope you’ll never read a feed full of “me too”
When harassment isn’t something that a man would dream to do.

One day I hope you’ll walk without wolf whistles on the street.
Never groped and pulled and pinched as if you’re just a piece of meat.

One day I hope, no question, you’re admired for your work.
Gender gaps will not exist; you’ll get the pay your role deserves.

One day I hope that you are respected for the power of your mind.
Not judged by your appearance or the curve of your behind.

One day I hope around the world, strong women are what you see.
I hope as a generation you embrace equality.

© Pass Me The Valium and passmethevalium.com, 2017.

Today is the day.

Today is the day that we woke up and cried.
Today is the day we lost innocent lives.
Again and again, acts of hate so it seems.
Does a world of pure peace just exist in our dreams?

But no, I don’t buy it, it can’t be that tough.
To choose love over hate, even when times get rough.
There’s no afterlife for killing kids, mums and dads,
I reckon that makes any God think you’re bad.

“Look for the helpers” is amazing advice.
Look for those loving, and caring and nice.
The ones that stand fighting, that don’t run away.
The everyday heroes, that will save this day.

I don’t want my kids to watch gigs on their phones,
Scared of the outside and scared to leave home.
So no, we won’t stop. We will not let hate win.
We’ll live life to the fullest. We’ll never give in.

Go to concerts, love music, dance and have pride.
Let’s be lucky and thankful. Feel truly alive.
Today is the day determination sets in.
Today is the day that we show pure love wins.

© Pass Me The Valium and passmethevalium.com, 2017.

It’s Time The World Got On The Naughty Step

Living day-to-day, we think we’ve got issues.
But turn on the news and there’s real need for tissues.

No child should die naked except for a nappy.
Then splashed on the news making regimes feel happy.

Kids experiencing gunfire, chemicals and war.
And really, please tell me, what on earth is this for?

My kids are so lucky, they have no idea,
What it is to be hungry, scared and feel fear.

Human beings court destruction, corruption and pain.
And we do this again, and again, and again.

No God would justify actions like these.
So, for the love of all Gods just stop it now please.

I’m not preaching here, this is more of a rant.
Mean no more to the world than a minuscule ant.

But we’ve got to start somewhere, let’s all give a stuff.
Come on, live and let live; enough is enough.

Let’s bring up our children to be kind and to share.
In the hope that as adults they’ll live with that care.

We’re one tiny planet in one huge universe.
Shouldn’t we try to do better, not worse?

© Pass Me The Valium and passmethevalium.com, 2017.

Smiggle® Niggles

The wondrous world of Smiggle®.
Now who created that?
Shop filled high with bright, fun things,
That act like children’s Crack.

Fluff, sparkles, neon, shimmer,
And heaps of scented stuff.
It seems that if you’re six years old,
You can never have enough.

Tubs of choke-able erasers,
Garish bags that cost the earth,
Secret-pocket pencil cases,
Longed for more than life is worth.

Impossible to walk past,
Without “ooos” and looks of awe.
“Oh Mum please, let’s go inside?”
Reluctantly I mutter “sure.”

“I really need more pencils,
And everyone loves Smiggle®.”
(Though at the till not sure I see,
The parents smile and giggle).

Still, the owner must be laughing,
In the style of James Bond villains.
Skips merrily down to the bank,
Signs cheques with pens sweet-smelling.

Hands up, I am just jealous.
This store’s a genius idea.
Stock that dazzles and delights,
And flies off the shelves no fear.

So a plea to ease our niggles,
Guaranteed win-win, you know.
I suggest an in-store offer:
Complimentary Prosecco.

© Pass Me The Valium and passmethevalium.com, 2017.