She sat in front of me and told me I'd sold myself.
I, confusedly answered
“But I'm still here…”
And she just ignored me
as though I wasn't.
Right now I am writing words that map out my life journey
story songs that sing sounds of pain, love and anger.
I will tell those words to you
Is this selling myself too?
It seems that sex is all you see
well then i think you see me in 2D
because the actual reality
is mosaic blur, a tapestry
I'm fingers teeth and flesh and bone
I fight for rights to walk safe home
I'm a screaming mess with a casual lean
I'm lonely, loved and in-between
My arms are nurture, loving ease
and forcing clients onto their knees
I don't fit what you think of me
not he or she
not forced – just – be.
if you can't see me for more than sex
Can't see I that I deserve respect
Don't like my work or understand
My safety shouldn't be in your hands
Put aside your gallantry
It's time for a new strategy
Stop sadly singing my elegy
Radical notion: listen to me?
