Leah Ayliffe

Gold Star - 6,103 Points (June 8,1991 / Toronto)

It's Alright - Poem by Leah Ayliffe

Name me ultraviolet
Like the games we like to play as kids
Ran away from that old life
Before the sun rose to tie a knot around my mind

Red Lip liner, blue mascara
Walk in closet, a shirt of your scent
Dressed up in second hand clothes
Guessing the story of the people from before

A thrift shop life when you’re on the run
It’s supposed to be a thrill
It kind of is walking down this road at dark
Heavy bags, layers of sweaters, never looking back

Any floor will do for this pretty head
My dreams are second best, at best
I thank you for your kindness
Enough vodka, let’s do these lines of happiness.

Those days, the crazy days
Like my messy soul
A circus, a carnival ride
Going around and around like usual

Stability, it’s okay in a way
Now I see, and I need something
Something to keep me grounded, safe
I hated the idea, but it keeps me breathing

Freedom isn’t constant
Give me my weekly dose
It is not enough though it’s all I have
I had too much darkness before

So I’ll teach you about Elvis
The Who, Zeppelin and Rock & Roll
I’ll laugh the night away with the grown ups
And tell my own crazy jokes

It’s fun, I’m having fun
While being safe and sound
I still dance along the road
I still sing my song out loud

I’m alright kid
I’m alright.
Keep looking to the sky for the pale winter sun

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about It's Alright by Leah Ayliffe

  • Daniel Brick (2/27/2015 12:55:00 PM)

    The speaker almost seems to be singing a ballad-type song; she's revolving a lot of issues which keep bumping up against her core value of freedom. She can display her freedom with a lifestyle of, say. second hand clothes - she's proud of her thrift and her independence from the fashion industry. But it's hard work asserting freedom when the easy path is giving in. In stanzas 6 & 7 I sense she is really exhausted, not physically or even emotionally - she has energy(!) her spirits are resilient, but she's morally weary. Society won't reward her for here moral stand. In those sad last lines the ballad ends in minor key. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 26, 2015

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