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May 2019
"No, it wasn't like that"
"Thats not how I remember it"
"I swear it wasn't me!"

So it was just your hands then.

Your hands that slipped under skirts
And ignored my whispers of 'Please Stop'.
Hands that felt me freeze up in horror
But continued their exploration.
Your hands that held me down while other hands
Tore away at my soul.
Those hands that ruined me.

So maybe then that's why,
Men may kiss me and lie that they love me
But I will never let them touch me.
Because in the lines of their palms
I see sleepless nights, tear soaked pillows
And a girl who couldn't understand why it was her fault
When the world decided to blame her.

I have learnt not to be afraid of men,
But a part of me will always fear their hands.
Gabrielle Isa
Written by
Gabrielle Isa  20/F/Nigeria
     ---, George, Khaniek and ---
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