My Body



My shorts are not an invitation

For your hands to roam my thighs

And my sassiness is no reason

For you to ignore my reluctant cries

My exposed skin is not shouting

"Come on; there's more to see!"

And "No!" does not actually mean

"I want you to violate me!"

My strapless top offers no excuse

For you to force me down

And my playful, friendly flirting

Does not hint to rip off my gown

Know that my clothes and attitude

Do not determine if you can touch me

And rape with not just ruin my body

It will destroy me mentally


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