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