I had to carry the shame through the mall
They read it on my face on the sacks
Jeers on the street that found their way
into my inner dwelling for insecurities
Through the airport they looked on
eyes searching for contraband on my body
analyzing every shape size and color on me
reading deep into me like you do right now
dwelling desires half hanging out of me
your machine laughter their glued on eyes
My mistakes collected in a basket
each one visible between the cane
I might as well be naked
regretting my decision to even attempt
held down and presented out of proportion
Now free yet exposed and disapproved of
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