Object Of - Tae' B

I don’t trust you to be near the toilet I shit in

nor near the room in which I speak. 

 

I can tell you I feel loved 

when you insist you’re at the bottom of my 

shoe. 

You. 

 

But you’re listening to my music again. 

 

When you spit, 

I spat. 

 

When you drank, 

I got drunk. 

 

I could be raped, 

and you’d tell me if it happened. 

Tell me how you’d know. 

 

Because you weren’t in the room in which I spoke,

nor in the room where it happened. 

 

Tell me. 

Again. 

How I’m your victim. 

 

Men like to touch me in a way you know you never could. 

 

My beloved dyke. 

I hate you more than I could ever hate a man. 

 

My Lesbianism is political in its approach. 

Your fingers are only interested in pies 

I’ve already had my thumb in. 

 

When you pop his cherry, 

are you thinking of me? 

You? 

 

Think not of me when you sleep with him, 

but when you’re on his arm. 

 

When he buys you pretty things.

When raw fish goes down your gullet,

and you weep because cock is down

mine. 

 

When everything stinks, 

check your own shoe. 

 

Oh look. 

 

You!