Why the hell can't people understand that this is MY body
No means No
Don't touch me
Stop!
I said stop!
Rough hands tear my clothes
The unwanted hands claw at my flesh
Those hands turned my No into a yes
Turned my don't touch me into take me
Turned my stop into want
My black jeans and red blouse adorned with rosary were NOT asking for it!
I didn't ask for this...
I want to feel clean
I want to feel whole
I want to feel safe in my skin, in my body, in my clothes, in my home, my room
70% of rape victims know their attacker
Why the hell can't people understand that this MY body
YOU ARE READING
Slam Poem styled Rant
PoetryHad to rant...if this is a trigger I apologize, but it needs to stop, and writing is the only way I know how to fight.
