Don’t look at me
I am the outcast
The one who’s sexuality
Is nil.
I am the one in the jokes
The one you should tease
Go out with her?
He laughs.
So do not glance in my direction
Don’t try to break my shield
Instead please laugh
When I mock myself
My body, my soul, my prison.
For without it a glance might be scathing,
The whispers sharp as spears again
I don’t mind the laughter.
They merely laugh at the target
The target I’ve drawn on my shell.
Don’t break my mould.
I’m safe.