... stop looking at me like
as if i deserve your pain
second hand, not enough to be in vain
like as if i don’t know what to call myself
as if i am too uncreative to imagine
all the ways of dehumanisation
be careful, i might bite.
it's all about protection, am i right?
protection – from what exactly?
i’m new and exotic
to be poked; to be prodded...