Mighty girl Hannah
Hannah wanted a different life. She moved onto land. Sometimes she gets so tired she can’t walk, she goes to the beach to hear the familiar music of home.

Hannah wanted a different life. She moved onto land. Sometimes she gets so tired she can’t walk, she goes to the beach to hear the familiar music of home.
Into this world, against her will, she was born. Bobbi tumbled and fell, got up and walked, with others on the same path.
Into this world, against her will, she was born. Jacki feels the fire. She burns it for fuel, kindling spirits.
Into this world, against her will, she was born. Her 360° vision is too wide to be framed in. Wilma does not see left or right but everything becomes this whole world.
Anya dreams to wake and wakes to dream. She weaves dreams with reality. She chooses a new world.
Mighty Girls watch the world on fire, and burn inside. Maddie isn’t Maddie because she’s mad. Maddie is mad about the mad mad world.
Mighty Girls live in a burning world, they catch fire. No. Natalie doesn’t cry. Natalie’s crying out.
The world burns, Mighty Girls feel the fire. As sensitive to impending storm as she is to the pulse of a fly, Tasha is unwell. She slapped a slogan to stop her heart from bleeding.
Everyone told her she’s too angry for her own good. Andra could hide no more, she shows them it was never about her.
“My independent mind is ready for the puzzling truth.”
Black white and red. All the colours on her.
I stuffed her head with more and more and more. The thick ribbed cotton that holds her head together stretched thin, revealing every bump under her skin. The black form enjoys the company of a bright neutral red with white paisley. To the end of the slender red arms, is an open palm on the left and a fist on the right. Asking questions, questioning questions that’s only a glimpse of a days works.
Her name is Amy.