I wish I could say your words bounced right off
My back as I walked past
That the fear and humiliation
Barely even lasts
I wish I could say I wasn’t fazed at all.
And that my own pride made me tall
But alas, I was small
When you whistled, I froze.
When you threatened to grab me,
My heart raced
My stride did not deepen
My steps were fast-paced
I pulled my jacket across my chest
Ducked into a store and hoped for the best
And when I got home I could not rest.
Because your words did not bounce back
They sunk into my skin
They filled my ears and blurred my sight
And made my whole world spin
I didn’t say anything.
But not because I felt strong.
I didn’t say anything
Because I was scared of you being strong
Grabbing me like you said.
Becoming Hurt, Traumatized, Dead.
And I may not have bruises but I feel it in my head
A lingering sense of dread
Keeping me awake in bed
I feel it when I dress in the morning
And am careful about what I wear
Where I go
Wearing me down slowly
Your words are not the first.
But they hit me the worst.
I could feel your eyes ********** me
As you leaned against the wall
Sexualizing a little girl
Who was barely 5 feet tall
Your words mean nothing to them
and everything to me.
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
I wish I could say your words bounced right off
My back as I walked past
That the fear and humiliation
Barely even lasts
I wish I could say I wasn’t fazed at all.
And that my own pride made me tall
But alas, I was small
When you whistled, I froze.
When you threatened to grab me,
My heart raced
My stride did not deepen
My steps were fast-paced
I pulled my jacket across my chest
Ducked into a store and hoped for the best
And when I got home I could not rest.
Because your words did not bounce back
They sunk into my skin
They filled my ears and blurred my sight
And made my whole world spin
I didn’t say anything.
But not because I felt strong.
I didn’t say anything
Because I was scared of you being strong
Grabbing me like you said.
Becoming Hurt, Traumatized, Dead.
And I may not have bruises but I feel it in my head
A lingering sense of dread
Keeping me awake in bed
I feel it when I dress in the morning
And am careful about what I wear
Where I go
Wearing me down slowly
Your words are not the first.
But they hit me the worst.
I could feel your eyes ********** me
As you leaned against the wall
Sexualizing a little girl
Who was barely 5 feet tall
Your words mean nothing to them
and everything to me.
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