Natasha Head's Blog

How does one claim 

self-actualization to be the goal

While avoiding

Self analysis.

We arrived at where we are

Through choice

Our continued denial

Our refusal to hold ourselves accountable

And pass the blame to ancestors long gone

Are not quick fixes, tourniquets, or Red Cross agendas 

These are the things that allow wounds to fester

Hate to grow in abundance

And denied privilege to remain the crown that trumps the court 

Right and wrong

Left and right

Prisons designed by minds

To keep our hearts confined.

Natasha Head

Tashtoo.com 

I have climbed the mountains

You never had to

Forced to prove my worth

While your value has never been questioned.

I have returned home

To do the work you never had to

Muscles aching, ego bruised 

A confirmation of my place

As defined by your privilege 

As you long for the good old days

Claiming the way we used to be

Is not destroying me 

And society

Should not give into 

My new kind of "crazy"

Natasha Head

I could pretend I didn't notice

You didn't notice me

But that would be dishonest

I don't like dishonesty 

I could pretend I could care less

But that would not be true

So I'll just keep pretending

I didn't notice you

Natasha Head

They stole my soul 

40 years ago

Exchanged it for a name

Labeled me to fit their needs

Then threw me in the game 

I played hard and I played fast

A leader for the team

Systemized and occupied

I became mainstream

But souls return 

And the will to fight 

Will never go away

I took it back, under attack 

And now I'm here to stay.

Natasha Head

Below the oakBeyond the streamWe'll find the timeTo pause & dream
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Tapestry 
We exist as threadsIntricately wovenBetween the then and now
Memories like silkThrough the eye of the needleEmbroidered emotions
Braided as bandageQuilting our scarsStitched together
Through that which connects usA web of emotionColourful commonalities
Joy, painLove, loss Lust, envy 
It is in our most tender momentsOur most intimate whispersOur most frightening desires
Where we find the courageTo adorn ourselvesIn the lives we have created
Where our mistakes are made artOur regrets turn to poetryAnd our shame is silenced 
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We all want the same thing
GovernmentDeterminesWho deserves itFairness and equalityShould not be regarded as weakNor should the abilityTo carry on a mature and rational debateBe considered a hindrance.When we make a conscience choice To turn away from these conversationsAnd take the side of forceWe choose conflictThinking as long as we stand at the side of powerThe choice is ours alone. 
Natasha Head

I had the car and the notebook
You had the weed and the beer
We both had the urge for leaving
Get up and get out of here

We made it as far as the sidewalk
Never knew that at one point it ends
Never knew where the concrete would take us
Never knew that we'd never again

Hid the car in the lot at the old rink
Took the path beaten on the forest floor
Took the notebook the weed and the beer
Took again and then took some more

The camp wasn't much to look at
There really wasn't much to see
Just me with my little notebook
And you with your bag of weed

The bench was hard and splintered
But to us it was good as a throne
The smoke was heavy and skunky
If it wasn't, we would have stayed home

The soundtrack was a walkman
With blaster speakers doctored by you
Suicidal Tendencies, Social Distortion
Back then, the balls and chains were few.

You let me tell you stories
I let you read what I had wrote
I let you sing my simple words
Even then it was poetry you spoke

All we knew for certain
Was that we couldn't be caught
Losers like us have a way of evasion
We slip away with barely a thought.


Natasha Head