It’s not okay to just grab us, Not okay to wade on in, To pace and parade across our path, With hard eyes and a lecherous grin. It’s not okay to run your hand down our backs, Not okay to pull our clothes. To laugh and taunt when we pull away, With your un-daunted hopes.…
So unfamiliar with this feeling – It’s got no name, no colour, no sound, But it’s under my skin; Creeping, scratching, gnawing around. I see the way their entitlement lifts them, To do what they want with disregard, The paralysis of the trigger they’ve hit Without any intent, I’m completely disarmed; I can’t move to…
Scribbles of an insomniac 