Grab Her

Imagine a world so unlike this one

Where grimy hands were not free to cross lines,

And no one experienced the sinking jolt

Of panic caused by bad touches

Brought on by loud mouthed musketeers

Parading their prey as company

For all the workforce to see.

 

No body is public property,

Though the regulations and rules 

Stamped into legal pads on Capitol Hill

Spin heads into spiraling circles

With their red tape knots

That start to unravel humans as flesh:

Organs strung together under skin coating;

Read the fine print if you dare-

Handle with caution!-

Don’t forget there is a person living

In the skinsuit you force to bear witness

To your uninvited hands. 

 

Maybe one day you’ll be hurt

As much as those you hurt;

Oh, you didn’t know?

Take a guess, at the scarred map trail

You left behind in your feel up feel good hunt

For unwilling victims with closed mouth tendencies;

Maybe one day you’ll get more

Than a simple slap on the wrist

For grabbing a woman.

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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