Tracey Emin
I saw her one night
Tracy Emin in my room
She was glowing with a halo
Green was my bedroom
I turned into a fairy
And around me were two more
It was such a strange experience
I could fight it no more
The nurses were outside
But I didn’t say a thing
I could hear one yell out
To another down the end
But I was with Tracy Emin
It was no pretend
Tracy went on
To tell me the truth
I was the chosen one
Finally it was me I had become
I thought it was me
That maybe in fact I was
Special enough
Kinda just because
The night she was in my room
I know it wasn’t a dream
Definitely not
Even though it does sound obscene
She gave me the strength to carry on though
The worst was yet to come
But that I didn’t know to be true
I remembered that night
And exactly what she said
That I was the chosen one
I would not forget
Even to this day
I remember her so well
She came into my room
When I was a very hollow shell
She lifted me up with two fairies who helped
We were flying around
So far off the ground
I didn’t feel crazy
Not anymore
It was a sign I have long been waiting for.
I told the nurses
They thought it was obscene
A few more pills
They thought would do the job
But Tracey and me
Had the night of our lives
It was life changing
Which was no surprise
Many years later
When I lived in London
A cafe I used to go
Once exhibited her show
I had a conversation
With the manager himself
And he told me Tracey
Frequent the street
Although since then
Tracey and I did not meet
I will always have her somewhere inside
The person who believed
I could achieve success indeed
I’m still waiting for the day to come
When someone loves my art
More than my mum
But something I must always keep in mind
Is that I am the chosen one
Maybe one of a kind.