whose body is it, anyway?

posted by jroselkim

the slurring man on St-Laurent
announced me an

“Asian whore.”

the stooping man in Dublin

guessed that
I would have a tight Asian pussy.

in their eyes, I am

too loose
and too tight,

offensively innocent,
and innocently offensive.

I could never respond to them

not because of fear
but because they always fled


constructing me as a
non-responsive entity –

(a lack,
psychoanalysis labelled women.

but I am
a lack,

its discreet white normality)

dear white men,

my impossible existence
on a balmy sunny night

is not yours to judge
or hold
or violate

but mine only.


Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s