when exactly came the time where my body was no longer my own? did i lose the right to it when i took on a short skirt, that went above my knees? when i played pool with my friends? be honest, was it when i breathed? because every one of these times you have touched me as if i wasn't present. and maybe you haven't felt like i was because my back was facing you, so no face, no human or how is it the logic goes? would you grope your sister like that? your mother? i don't know if i hope that you can understand not to touch me without my consent, 'cause just the bare thought that you have already dehumanised me down to nothing more than an ass and some tits makes it hard for me to believe that you can ever understand. because of you, i'm scared to walk at night, scared of the dark, not because of the darkness but because of you; the unknown, my stolen innocence. i am just a girl, and i so deeply wish to be proud of this, but it has taken ages because you keep downgrading me to nothing more than a piece of meat. i am much more than this and i will never wait for you to respect that because my respect for that is more than you could ever offer me.
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The coldness of emotions
Poetrya book with all of my texts combined. wide variation in themes, but unique meanings behind all. cover isn't made or owned by me.
