bopoem 5

There is a bulletin board in one of the rooms in my mind

Where the unsolicited dick pics and cat calls from cars are tacked

The unwanted assaults on my brain

The non consensual sexual remarks made about my body since I hit puberty

When he told me that biting my pencils meant I had an oral fixation

Which must mean my mouth was craving work

But he didn’t mean public speaking as the job if you catch my drift

When questions about my tattoos lead to questions about my breast size,

I stumble looking for the map back to the G-rated questions