Sta.sh
You can shove the phone in my ear
I'll talk
But I know on the other end it makes no difference
The lack luster monotone the operators voice
They ask me "what was he wearing"
Red and White or Blue...
I can't remember
I've lived it every night but I don't want to remember details
And their pen isn't scritch scratching on the paper
My reports going into the receiver and out the other ear
The lack luster monotone the operators voice
They ask "what were you wearing"
I can only reply that I wasn't wearing a set of armor
The operator perks up because now it's my fault
The condescending operator asks
"What did he look like"
I give them a description
The most accurate I can
But still no scritch scratch of that pen
Then the final question
"What do you look like?
Are you feminine enough to be a woman of value?
Are you thin enough to be a woman of desire?
Are you complacent enough?
Are you strong enough to defend yourself? Because if you were we're going to have to arrest you"
And now I can hear the scritch scratch of that pen
"What do you act like?
Are you carefree enough to be unsuspecting?
Are you comfortable enough with your body to wear what you want without fear?
Do you drink? We need something to justify not taking you seriously"
And that scritch scratch of the pen
It's robotic
They need to warn other women
Women who look like me
Talk like me
Act like me
Chew their food and walk like me
That there's a criminal out there and we're not going to catch him
And they suck you dry of all your information
The information you've never told anyone before
Because it stays in your mind
It's too horrible to speak aloud
Heavy set, white male, black hair balding, mid 30s
Drives a silver smart car, with a 647 blackberry
He's running an online scam through this email address and he's not looking for money
I wish he was looking for money
Maybe then you'd take me seriously
If it was for money you'd be dedicated
You'd be sending 8 Swedish cops across the ocean to Cambodia to find him if it was about money
But it's about being able to sleep at night and it's about closure
And that's not worth a cent
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