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During those silent hours, my mind sailed.
Put faith in the ones you know you can trust.

My desire to learn was seen as lust.
Eve set the world spinning for us — God failed.
All women are more than organised dust.

In Newington Green, I did what I must.
Taught society had to be derailed.
Put faith in the ones you know you can trust.

If we’re treated like objects then we’ll rust.
Nothing to occupy, our fists flailed.
All women are more than organised dust.

Women were not made to sweep up men’s crusts.
Friendship above all else, my soul wailed.
Put faith in the ones you know you can trust.

Any dam you face, my sisters, please bust.
Places still exist where rights are curtailed.
Everyone is more than organised dust.
Put faith in the ones you know you can trust.
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Bee said of this poem, "More Than Organised Dust worked a powerful a spell on me. The careful repetition within the villanelle form heightens the wisdom at its heart: a demand for justice that widens out to include all mankind - this is a very Wollstonecraft gesture."
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More Than Organised Dust

Olivia Todd

All women are more than organised dust.
During those silent hours, my mind sailed.
Put faith in the ones you know you can trust.

My desire to learn was seen as lust.
Eve set the world spinning for us — God failed.
All women are more than organised dust.

In Newington Green, I did what I must.
Taught society had to be derailed.
Put faith in the ones you know you can trust.

If we’re treated like objects then we’ll rust.
Nothing to occupy, our fists flailed.
All women are more than organised dust.

Women were not made to sweep up men’s crusts.
Friendship above all else, my soul wailed.
Put faith in the ones you know you can trust.

Any dam you face, my sisters, please bust.
Places still exist where rights are curtailed.
Everyone is more than organised dust.
Put faith in the ones you know you can trust.