Zywa Anything but

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 
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