Here's a poem I wrote, reflecting about my experience on Warschauer Straße (the main street near our apartment) while waiting for my laundry with a visiting RC friend in a local coffee shop.
Warschauer Straße
Walking alone
never alone
Trying to blend in, but not really
just trying to be me, always
standing out
Always noticed
Spoken at, sometimes spoken to
Approached by strangers, by love
seekers
Berlin
Warschauer Straße
Men, aggressive, determined to get in
my pants
wet, rainy
Berlin
This is such a terrible picture of me!! Teryn!!!!!
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