My name is Adam or Eve or Steve or
Cain or Rehab, Ahab, Jezebel
Jimmy, Johnny, Billy-Sue, whatever.
Does it matter, my name?
What does matter is this:
I am a victim!
A victim,
Do you hear?
This may sound silly, but,
I have discovered
that there exists
processes’, realities’, gnosis’
contained in my biology
I cannot control,
I cannot change.
I am powerless,
betrayed,
victimized,
by this body
I wear as clothes!
---June 28, 2005
This poem was composed with a girl I offended in mind.
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