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Trophy-to-be [spoken word]

Posted by Tanja on August 10, 2002, 3:33 pm
Message modified by board administrator May 20, 2006, 6:44 pm

Trophy to be
As soon as you notice me you make me a participant of the game But this is your game. Not mine! And I have not been invited or asked to join. I have been made a participant. The rules are not on my side and no matter what I say or do, I cannot exclude myself once I've been made a participant. I try: I show my disinterest, I do the best I can at being rude, I construct my answers so that I will seem unappealing. But the harder I try to exclude myself from this game, the more I seem to get entangled into it. And instead of losing interest as I intended, you enjoy my defensive attitude. In your eyes I'm playing hard to get. And tell me, what could be more fun than trying to get the girl that plays hard to get? Your adrenalin rushes through your vains as you think of the achievement I could turn out to be. Suddenly I feel your hand rush over my knee. I push it away with a firm no, but this only makes you enjoy the game even better.
For me there's no way out - no escape button that can release me from your hunt. Any move I can make will make me more of a participant. I look away, but it's useless since you consider looking away flirting. So I walk away, but you follow me. Probably because I asked you not to.
When I look behind me, I notice the pride you take in the fact that some of the men I passed are checking me out. I feel the anger rise in me, for all I am to you is a trophy-to-be. Something you can be seen with. Something to boost about with your mates.
I take my time in the ladiesroom. Strech every action. But you are next to the door when I come out. Eager to continue your hunt. I wish I could find a way to make myself clear to you. I wish all this would stop and you would go away. But all my attempts top send you away have made you more eager. They had the opposite effect of what I intended.
I now see no other way then to resort to lower forms of communication. I have to chat up some other man and flirt with him, just to stop you from hunting for me. I despice myself for doing it, but I can't have you follow me home. I deserve better. No, no; don't! Stop it, don't make me feel so damned guilty.

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