With the permission of three friends, I am publishing this poem on their behalf. It was written based on me at a workshop with the wonderful Mark Grist. Thanks to Rosie, Meg and Jenny for touching me with their words.
I look invisible, I just want to be tanned
Just like I was in those American days,
With the sun dying my skin
Oh how I wish I had fake tanned.
It won't change my personality,
but it will make me feel strong
beautiful, bronzed and classy.
You won't be able to touch me.
You won't be able to see
behind the mask that is,
Fake bake. Bronzed. Katie Price.
I want to feel the way they see me;
No regrets. None. Ever.
So happy. Care-free. Tanned.
And maybe I'll feel tanned on the inside
Beautiful, gorgeous edelweiss
Pale, pretty rue.