They shaved my hair off today.
No longer thick and long,
but short, bristly.
I run around them naked,
an atempt to prove my good health.
My breasts are gone,
I am merely a bag of bones.
There is no swing in my stride.
I muster energy to drag my feel along.
My heart leaps at the sight of a potato.
And drops with another scooping it up.
When I fall, they beat me.
Screaming obscenities in my ear.
But my thoughts are never with them.
I think back to what it felt like
being a woman.