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Tourist
"What happened to you then?"
You ask
And you ask
And you ask
Well, what happened to me
Was that someone who said they cared
Sucked me in
(trite but true)
Chewed me up
Spat me out
And ground a cruel heel
Into my naïve heart.
Then walked away (ran away)
Fearing my body
And the life that went with it
Doubting my sexuality
Clouting my sensuality
Leaving me petrified
Of ever daring
To open my life
To someone else
Who "cared"
And for your information
My body isn't fearsome
It's fearless
My sexuality blooms
And my sensuality
Is as lush as anybody's
Any
Body's
But you don't want to know that
You don't want to know about my real life
You want to hear about my "accident"
My life-changing "incident"
So that you can fetishise me
And fantasise about some
Romanticised
Tragedy
Well there is no tragedy
I'm how I'm meant to be
I'm not here for you, you see
I'm here as me.
Lindsay
copyright © 2002
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