It’s not
your fault
Perhaps you
stayed home the day they taught “no” at school
Let me
break it down for you
It’s a
single syllable
Wielding
the power of objection
You can
question it, feel free
You lose
that right though
If I say it
to you
When you’re
two centimeters from my face
It’s
commonly used to express dissent
What is it
not?
An
invitation to assert your will
And
monopolise the air I was breathing
Choking me
with a lack of choice
It means I
do not want your hands
Undressing
me quicker than your eyes
I do not
want your lips
Obstructing
mine from mouthing “no”
It isn’t my
signature
On an NOC
Allowing
you to claim my personal space
Giving you
ownership of my body
Don’t
brandish your entitlement
To drown
out my pleas
Don’t
amplify my shame
My gender
isn’t a license
To assert
your freewill
I cried so
you would leave
Not so you
would come closer
In the name
of comfort
I cried so
you would see yourself
As the
animal that was before me
No.
It means
stay away
And take your
hungry eyes with you.
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