Skin

When I turned ten, I was taught to stay deaf even when strangers dedicated a verbal erotica as a lullaby to my prepubescent self. When I turned twelve, I was taught to stay mute even when an acquaintance always lost his pen, which magically reappeared every time, right between my thighs. When I turned sixteen, I was taught to stay blind even when the man, with his hand between his pants undressed me with his eyes. When I turned eighteen, I was taught to stay numb even when a crowded bus turned into a pervert’s paradise. Today, My ears have shut down, my eyes are closed; My tongue is sliced and my heart is broke I’ve become so numb; every touch feels cold I don’t belong in my skin anymore. So if my body is your pleasure for a price; Tell me, What more should I pay, to claim back what’s rightfully mine?