In a room full of immature young men

She is touched.

She is uncomfortable

But does not know how to say no.

A touch on her leg,

A word in her ear

Sends tension crawling up her spine.

Her insecurities become an easy target

They ask questions

Tell fables 

And assault her innocence

With hands and words.

She asks her self

What is respect?

Why me?

And she answers herself,

Because I am only an object

Until I say no, 

Until I say stop,

I will be viewed as a sex thing.

I am more than a pretty face

I have potential 

I have power.

Until I say no

Women will be used

We will be over looked.

We can say no

And we will say no.  


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