Tube door opens.
I sit down.
An eruption of laughter.
we know visibility well.
A crowded bus.
Only the seat next to me is free.
You choose to stand.
we know visibility well.
Too many tweets,
another newspaper lies.
Debating on TV again.
we know visibility well.
I got called a freak the other day
on the Victoria line,
no one did anything, but a man
who over heard carried on watching
drag race on their phone.
As no doubt someone who had shared
an everyday feminism article earlier
that day kept their head down.
We know visibility well.
I no longer search for visibility,
it will not block the punch.
We know the feeling of visibility,
we are aware of what it means to be seen.
To be watched. To be followed.
To be scrutinised.
I no longer search for visibility,
call this a commitment to something more.
Travis is a performance artist and spoken word poet. Follow them on Instagram and Twitter @TravisAlabanza.
