Heat rashes populate my
Body nightly, rash bubble
Upon my otherwise flaw- Less skin setting me
on blazes
Of angry nettle weilds.
You found the solution.
Ice cold, heat made of Scorching, red hot heat.
Rashes with a lick of lava;
‘You look like a juju man’
She said seeing the
Damage written on my
Face, “it’s only a joke!” is
All the succour she offers.
‘It’s only a joke, babes’
She said. ‘You can’t live
With Linton Hives, can
You.’ Her prejudices kick
In with more than a jolt.
‘Can we talk, sweetie?’
Said I.
‘You look like a juju man’
Said a t-lesbian’s love -in
A passing joke. It stang so. Still a ticking bomb!
She busied herself
Instead of talking. She put
Her all into tommorow.
Afterall, she was “joking!”
‘What, a joke?’ Said I on
constant trial.
‘If I’m a juju man what
Does that say about you?
If you only you knew the
trauma caused?
Every exclusion wins out,
seemingly
Evidence is a thin horizon
Especially when madam
Was so busy; if only she
knew…
Mia Nikasimo (c) July ’09
