When I was young
and asked questions
and did not know the difference
between a bra and a handkerchief,
I had once asked a man
who knew the difference
in the midst of many more
who did as well
whether he carried one in the brand new packet
when he just carried the other.
And I was humiliated
The taste of which mingled in my blood
for the rest of my life
and taught me
to be fearfully decent
if I ever again faced this dilemma
between a bra and a handkerchief
When I was small
and knew how to be lost,
I had once in a party
licked ice-cream off my knees
And I was ridiculed
A lesson I learnt so well
that it takes me but a second
to stone others
