Are you looking at me?
Taxi driver
take this tourist away
I am not on holiday
Maybe I should wear a veil?
Alas! to no avail
You will oppress me still
with your exotic gaze
painting me as the poor one oppressed
so pan away your panoptic
surveillance
YOU ARE READING
𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.