“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.
“I once told a guy at a party that his personality was so disgusting it made me want to vomit. He didn’t believe me and continued to hit on me. So I voluntarily vomited on him just to get my point across.”
Don’t walk home with headphones on. Carry pepper spray. Spread your keys between your fingers. Hold your bag in front of you….