No
Location
In a room full of immature young men
She is touched.
She is uncomfortable
But does not know how to say no.
A touch on her leg,
A word in her ear
Sends tension crawling up her spine.
Her insecurities become an easy target
They ask questions
Tell fables
And assault her innocence
With hands and words.
She asks her self
What is respect?
Why me?
And she answers herself,
Because I am only an object
Until I say no,
Until I say stop,
I will be viewed as a sex thing.
I am more than a pretty face
I have potential
I have power.
Until I say no
Women will be used
We will be over looked.
We can say no
And we will say no.