Being a twentysomething corporate manager swimming in a pool of older men hadn’t broken me, but it felt as if this one man was going to push me over the edge – sending me to a mental state of no return.
“The first one I really remember being scared of was my mom’s boyfriend.”
“The fact that they think they can make a lover out of this Sasquatch is adorable.”
He calls me sugar.
Asks why I look so sweet.
I do not have an answer.
Just a hand in my purse,
ready to use my keys
if need be.
Sexual assault is a nightmare that burned through our psyche and left a scar that still hurts from time to time. It is a nightmare that has affected our lives, made us question ourselves and limit what we can do.
Unfamiliar men crossing boundaries and making advances towards me has left me on edge any time I leave my apartment. Congratulations to these wonderful gems who have no concept of respect. You are filthy excuses for human beings.
When a woman tells you no, that is the end of the conversation. It does not continue. You don’t find a loophole or think it just means you’ve got to try a little harder.
“You do not get to harass me, or any other woman, because you think you pay our bills. You don’t bro, I DO.”
Let’s get one thing straight. Waiters and waitresses exist to serve food. We are not eye candy. We do not work this job to be ogled.
When you lifted your arms to feel the sun,
all he could imagine
was holding them down.
I know you never taunted him, Artemis.
Your skin is not an invitation,
has never been a neon sign.