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Tag: identity

  • Madame X

    Madame X

    While lying in bed

    scrolling down,

    a concentrated frown.

    Voices barking at her,

    expounding loud.

    Fight through the crowd.

    Bits and pieces.

    Fragments. Opinions.

    The Minions

    telling her what she should do,

    as if she didn’t have a clue.

    How to iron out the wrinkles,

    expunge the weight,

    be positive,

    meditate,

    “What Gen are you?”

    They call her X.

    She likes that.

    “Madame X.”

    She smiles and twiddles her toes,

    stretching into a pose.

    Time to get up.

    Make her mark,

    using her own special spark.

    A cross.

    An X.

    Her flex.

    Her call.

    Who is she?


    She’s,

    Mme X

    Creative expressions part of the artistic research of I am Maria! A warm invitation to explore more poems and audiovisual experiments here

  • She walks a fine line

    A fine Line

    She walks a fine line 

    between the 

    past _________and _________now 

    carrying her bag

    her history 

    her mystery

    her careful secret

    no one leaked it

    a shroud

    a cloud

    a dark figure

    a smoking mirror

    she can’t bear to look

    in the dark corner. . .

    still there 

    she’s well aware

    not forgotten 

    coz it smells rotten.

    She walks a fine line

    between hell_________and _________the divine

    and you would never know 

    she’s giving you a show 

    here she comes now_______________

                ready to take her

    ____________________bow . . .

    Thank you for spending a moment with this poem 🤍

    If these words resonated with you, I invite you to explore more of my creative work. Through poetry, song, sound, video, and storytelling, I explore memory, identity, voice, belonging, and the spaces between who we have been and who we are becoming.

    You are warmly welcome to wander further through the world of I am Maria!

  • You Always Were My Little Angel

    You Always Were My Little Angel

    He said, “you always were my little angel,”

    in another time in another place,

    when I had another face,

    his little girl before. 


    The illness took his mind. He couldn’t find

    the essence of who he was.

    I tried and tried to see ,

    if he recognised me,

    everytime I went,

    the illness didn’t relent,

    It was sad,

    I wanted my Dad,

    but there was nothing we could do,

    he was hidden within the maze of the brain and he would never be the same.

    As time goes on and age sits in,

    I always think back to that day when,

    his eyes dim, looked at me to say,

    “You were always my little angel.”

    These poetic works emerge alongside the research, functioning as immediate expressions of voice, identity, and transformation.

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  • Lonely Star

    Lonely Star emerges as a poetic reflection on the hidden self, exploring the tension between outward performance and inner truth. Written as part of the I am Maria! creative research project, the poem gives voice to the quiet, often unseen emotional landscape carried beneath the surface. Through rhythm and repetition, it reveals the experience of isolation, self-concealment, and the longing to be fully seen and heard.

    Lonely Star

    The ups and downs,

    the lows the things that nobody knows

    the face they never see

    hidden behind the curtain, 

    they’re blind,

    I hide

    behind a pose

    behind my prose

    behind the mask of

    my smile

    my style,

    my swag,

    and It presses heavily on my heart,

    it’s become an art,

    hiding that part, 

    the something I carry

    like a pack on my back

    24/7

    no escape – no heaven

    no relief underneath,

    but they will never know

    that it’s all just a show

    and in it’s the real me,

    the lonely star,

    who only I see.

    Lonely Star is a reflective poem and part of the creative research project I am Maria!

    This poem extends into a lyrical vocal expression, where the internal voice emerges through rhythm, spoken word, and sound.

  • On the Verge

    On the Verge

    Her lips tremble

    and she feels the pain

    of what she held in

    not giving way.

    Let the words spill 

    out into the light of day!

    Like a landslide 

    they will no longer be contained

    things she kept in like bad medicine 

    like a cough spill 

    out of her lips

    coming out

    giving a sense of bliss 

    of lightness and 

    feeling less

    wrong.

    Keep talking beauty

    keeping silent was never your duty. 

    It was a ban mostly imposed by a man.

    Now you can bloom,

    your lips no longer tremble,

    not a quiver,

    as the words roll out of you

    like a river,

    limpid clear and true,

    there was never anything wrong with you.

    This poem is part of the broader creative research journey I am Maria! where voice, identity, and feminine narratives are explored through poetry, song, and immersive performance. Emerging from the final stanza of On the Verge, Bloom is an electronic vocal work that traces a moment of rupture and release, where the voice moves beyond containment toward expression, transformation, a return to origin, and self-acceptance.

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