Don't Ask Me What My Name Is

A Poem

Don't ask my what my name is

It's not a wolf whistle slung over your back

Or a wink from across the bar

It's not a shallow bleat

In dimly lit streets

When I've finished my shift for the night

I warn you

I'm not as delicate

As my waif fingers

Methodically buttoning my coat would suggest

We are fierce

Can write poems

And still protest "Up yours!"

to hollering dogs in the back of cars

Don't ask me what my name is

You don't deserve

To carry its glory on your tongue

It could be so paramount

Other worldly


You never bothered

To ask

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