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May 2019
My no doesn’t mean convince me
Saying please don’t doesn’t mean carry on just because I’m smiling

My no wasn’t respected
My right to that word was pushed down with my clothes and thrown into the corner
And I let you

I didn’t move I didn’t stop doing what you asked
I just wanted it to be over

As you wrapped your fingers around my neck you crushed the word as it clawed out
Your soft pressure on my throat was enough to sumbit my no to silence
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CP  26/F/London
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