I’ve always been wondering as to why is it that I was the little girl who nobody would try to sell me photo shots from the photo booths in the carnivals. Now, I know why, it is because I had no expressions. Suffering in silence.
This one question that I raised my hand for and NEVER got asked so here it is.
—Yes, Amine, what is your question.
—Thank you, my question is; do animals give birth to humans if they get impregnated by the semen of a man.
When you have been sexually abused, and by the wrong gender; I mean after this car crash you’re still taken into an emergency room, but instead of cutting for themselves a big toe they are chopping you out the whole leg.
“Because of your childhood,” because I wouldn’t have had an objection, rather, if women’s bodies were taking turns on top of me.
Stranger: Let’s laugh, because I don’t have a mustache.
Me: What I was thinking, let’s ask your wife.