Princess Miriah Poem by Timmy Angel Naylor

I am Miriah, from the old wood.
Sometimes I'm naughty
Sometimes I'm good.
I live in the wood, so green and so wild.
Not the ghost of a girl
But a live spirit-child.

A hundred years ago I skipped
Across the village green,
And splashed around the fishing ponds but
Never could be seen.
And peering through the railings
Around the village school,
I waited for the bell to ring.

And there they were:
In bobs and ringlets,
Plaits and curls,
My blondie, dark and ginger girls.
Then I began to sing.

And I'm here now
By the school yard
In this century and the next.
And my song to them is the same:
I am Miriah
Eyes of fire
Don't be defeated by the world.
Be bold and chase your dreams.
Be full of mischief
But keep dignity and pride.
Dance with your tongues and sing with your feet and
Learn your lessons to a
Hip-hop beat.

I am Miriah.
I am the princess in every girl
And the gypsy in every boy.