Feminist Rage

property

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.