Friday, 4 May 2018

4th May 2018

tiny suns
track the real one behind the clouds

© Rachel Green 2018


Remember that time
you stopped me going into the loo
because you thought I looked like a bloke
and were doing your 'Christian Duty'
to protect the other women using it?
I moved the hand from where you'd placed it
(on my tits, naturally)
down to my crotch
because there was no bulge of penis there
and you recoiled
because I was either
(a) a man, forcing you to be gay
or (b) a whore, offering sin
and while I was neither,
merely an educator trying to highlight your prejudice,
I still chuckled at your rush to wash your hand.

© Rachel Green 2018

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