
Miss F*ck It

There is a pernicious part of me who hides in my subconscious
Wreaking havoc on my attempts at transformation
She wears a cloak of hedonistic destruction
To mask her fear of success, failure and connection
And so a wavering fray ensues between Miss F*ck It and Miss Dutiful
A battle common amongst women alike for centuries
As Miss Dutiful sits in the opposing trench stitching her wounds inflicted by her Other
She realises that in this war of self-sabotage they are not enemies
For sometimes we separate ourselves into parts
So that when we are alone in the dark there is always someone to blame
But we must learn the act of integration to work together
To catalyse our growth and honour our shame
Learn to appreciate Miss F*ck It's complexity and fire
For you need her temerarious side
Don't fight her for she is your ally
As it is her passionate pain that will be your perpetual guide