harassment
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Some of you have never had to
Walk home with your head on a swivel
Your hands clutching keys
Your head filled with fear
Some of you
Have never had to wonder
If you’ll make it home in one piece
1. Silent. Keep walking. This is not worth my attention.
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2. I don't have the energy for this. If you're gonna try something, just do it, or leave me alone.
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All the same sides of the same coin.
"Privacy privacy!" In an intricate web weaved by the shadow spiders.
"We value it! Protect it! Embrace it!" Yet the illusion of even typing these words are not so very private.
All my life I’ve been around
Niggas who think they can take something
From me
My skin
Rips at the sight of them
Their teeth
When she cancels the plans you made together
It means she’s busy.
When she cancels the following four plans you make
It means no.
When you change seats in class to sit next to her to make yet another plan
Common Pain
The young woman traumatized
The events that guided taught her lessons about life
Rich in memories and lessons, while others are broke
I’m angry,
Because I am sexualized.
You pretend to be a good guy,
But you only look at my body,
My “BEAUTY.”
Thou who weeps their tears to form a river of torment,
Art thou who know they can live through everything.
Thee who shook hands with the demons who lye dormant,
While sinister grins from above emit subtle rings.
Ate my words,I'd lost them.It was the boy who wastoo lanky,too small,too young,too pureand probably too much the theatre teacher's sonto harass me.
My heart moves like a battalion riding into battle
I can feel every one of my muscles yelling at me
Like the other side of a frozen lake, coy fish straining in the water
I meant no disrespect
I never did,
but I am not to be held accountable
for what you think I meant.
If I say we are allowing ourselves to be victimized
it is not as bad as you think,
When I was a little girl
My mother taught me
That my value does not lie in the face of the men who have wronged me
But as I grew older
A child of ten years,
And a invisible puppeteer,
Stumbled upon each other in a forum.
They grew closer and closer,
But little did the child know,
They would break their heart.
The Internet is the Wild West and it should be monitored,
And users do not need to waste time and energy.
One day, I joined a chatroom discussion and encountered
Trolls to get me riled up.
Powering my rage -
I am walking down the street,
Summer evening light,
Still warm
Dozy, disgusting, disheveled
From the day and the drive,
And I hear
THE COMMENT.
Nobody goes out asking for it.
When I walk out,I am a statementnot be ignoredbut not be taken advantage of.
I saw you
Don't pretend like you didn't notice
We made eye contact
You swallowed
I watched your Adam's apple rise and fall
As nervousness formed pools over your pupils
PAPER OR PLASTIC?
FOLLOW THE LEADER DON’T GET LEFT BEHIND OR YOU WILL BE FOREVER FORGOTTEN.
D O N O T R .I. P
OR YOU WILL BE THROWN AWAY.
Jumping from my car
I grab at stuff spilling away from my grasp
And I do my best to avoid the unmake-upped gaze
That undoubtedly would appear in the rearview
In a half jog
I pass a middle-aged man
"You see I'm different,"
She said, "because
I'm just like the rest
As I walked down the street
They yell and they holler
Even as I turn and hide my breasts
At the bank she said
The words of people have this cruel effect of getting under our skin,
applied on the outside they are allowed to soak through.
With the power to both heal and hurt they race through our blood,
Life is not a poem.
Any irony,
foreshadowing,
or rhyme scheme is accidental.
You can’t read out my life
in neat little stanzas
and peal back the meanings
one by one.
Dear boy with the alluring smile,
Thank you for taking away my trust once again:
I hide who I am from most everyone today
I was bullied and harassed back in the day
It taught me to sit back quietly and assess
Don't allow anyone in or else it causes stress
In a miniskirt and tank top
She walks down the street
Head down, earbuds in, music off, cell phone in hand
"Give me a smile sexy"
"Come have dinner with me and I'll help you out of those clothes"
Walking home from the
grocery store with
two heavy bags, one in each
arm to balance the weight.
A man
blocking the sidewalk
whisky on his breath and blurry eyes
“What have you got there?”
How many cuts and bruises authority figures can ignore
For the sake of pretending so it's not on their shoulders;
Denying a problem that's clearly there with phrases to cover, such as:
Toughen up, don't tattle.
I once told him that it was okay,
I’ve been called worse.
Truth is,
I hadn’t.
And when he hugged me and apologized
"It's a girl's own fault if she gets sexually harassed!" The voice smirked, to the undiscovered victim.
Was it what she wore?
Was it what she said?
Was it how she walked or where she went?
To my parents,
A hidden secret awaits,
Please don’t hate me for this,
It’s not a choice.
To my friends,
The hidden secret is out,
and I’m accepted by most,
You choose to shun me.
