he put his hands on her
and when she had the audacity
to shove him away
the world was angry with her.
how dare she refuse him?
she was walking and talking
but that didn't make her her own
he was simply taking was he decided was his.
they didn't care that she didn't want it,
that his hands felt like sandpaper on her skin.
they heard her say no, knew she wanted to go
but they didn't care, they just didn't care.
she fell into herself, deeply
tried to wash him away
but the scent, the feel of him lingered
and their words were stuck in her head.
when she'd had enough, she stood up, stood tall
this wasn't her fault, she didn't ask for this.
she wasn't anyone's property
and it was time that everyone knew it.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)