Talking to men
who I don't know
singing along with the music
on which I dance in the eyes
that follow me
like shadows
wishing to be desired
without being in danger
dressed for it, that too
is who I am, free
to the extent it is permitted
by the hell
of other people's eyes
that love my body
and hate me for it
but that's not me
I am anything
but what they think
Poem 1164 Amsterdam, 2017-03-08 No Exit (Jean-Paul Sartre) One act play "Huis clos" ("No Exit" / "Closed doors") Everyone's freedom of action is limited by the judging look of other people Collection:Webgarden Keyword:Freedom: Tribute to:Sartre, Jean-Paul