9 September 2016
A poem about my anger and fear of being stared at all the time.
You look at me like I’m some kind of alien
The questions you ask are so inhuman
What do you think of me?
Do I really need to care?
What is it that I don’t see?
Is something stuck in my hair?
You look at me like I’m some kind of monster
Something you can catch and monitor
What is it that you think I am?
Is it something I should worry about?
What are you looking at, well I’ll be damned!
Get out of my face, do I have to shout?
You look at me like some experiment
Stop acting like that’s not what you meant
What is it that’s going on your mind?
Don’t bother me, don’t look at me!
Just look away, yes! I’m not your kind!
Just look away, don’t look at me!