I am in jail now

Serving eight years

For slicing those

Filthy cunts

But why are they

Punishing me

As I cleansed

The streets

Girls like me

Are now safe

From those men

In some ways

I feel like Christ

Who did no harm

And only good

But was punished

By the stupidity

Of the blind

I am about

To change my name

And from the end

Of this poem

I wish you

To refer to me as

Tina