They're watching me
I can see them out of the corner of my eyes
They're suspicious of me
For a good reason
They don't know how I do it
How I can laugh and sing and dance
They whisper behind my back
As I dance in the sunlight glorying in my body
I smile at the toms
As they gawp at me as I laugh at them
Their amazement amazes me
They raise their eyebrows in surprise
My sister hides in her den all day
Afraid to step into the golden spotlight
That is her Jellicle birthright
Afraid to take centre stage
I pity her
I pity her her weakness and fear
I pity her the fear that binds her
Though we are now free
They say my behavior is shameful
Would they rather I hide in my den with her?
Would they rather I shunned the spotlight?
Is happiness shameful?
They tell me I should settle down
They tell me I should find a mate
They tell me I should have kittens
They tell me a whole lot of things
I don't want any of these things
I would belong to a mate
I belonged to Macavity once
And that was bad enough
To belong to someone
Would to no longer be Bombalurina
I am Bombalurina and I refuse to be tied down
I refuse to be someone but Bombalurina
I have to stop just writing poems and actually finish my stories, I also have to stop writing Bombalurina/Macavity poems.