London is taking me for a ride this week.
She is strong and sassy and a born leader.
And me meek and tiny and invisible.
A soldier ant to her Queen.
I wait for her tell me to bring her food.
To fuel her and feed her and keep her growing and absorbing
Everything breath I take.
I often stop and wonder
How will I make her work in my favour.
But then I realise she is just laughing at me.
And I am laughing too.
About the Creator
Amy Toledano
I am an Australian actor, writer and creative who is based in London. I love poetry and playwriting and hope you enjoy what I do!
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