You are shorter than me,
so
so much shorter
You are warrior-er than me
so
brave

It's so easy: how we turn your skills
into ours
into our profits
into the machine.
He offered me to go on the promenade in Tel Aviv and do portraits of passers by
(thirty sheckels a piece)
The bloody result of my finger stuck between the wheels of the machine.
He offered me that - to help my self confidence.
The teeth chewing all the way to my deepest, sweetest, bitterest self-secret.
And then he said, my "Graphical Skills".

-Oh, Fuck You.