Please let me finish

You speak, I listen
To the sound of
My voice disappearing under the weight of your suit.
A breadth of peacock feathers
Yet I’m the one on show.
I walk home, silent.
Shamed. Abused.

I repeat. Please
Don’t take my words and twist them.
Anger fires in hot red cheeks.
I breathe and calmly speak.
Yet I’m
Unreasonable. Difficult.
Words that don’t come from me.