I plead to you

Every time I see your eyes glare at my breasts, I feel like I don't exist. Every time you pass lewd statements at me when I walk across from you, I feel soulless. Every time you pretend you accidentally fell on me, I wish I didn't have that chunk of flesh on my body that excites you so much. Every time you grope my breasts and run off before I can set my eyes on you, I lose a part of my existence.

 I was born different from you and I took pride in it until I felt your piercing eyes viewing every part of my body without noticing the anger on my face. I took pride in it until you touched me against my wish and I made me dirty even though you were the source of that filth. I felt like I didn't have a mind of my own because I was too flustered to process why your fingers were tracing along my body. Why you were forcing me against the wall and pushing your hand against my breast while you used the other hand to close my mouth, I will not understand. I whimpered in fear and pain because of your threat to kill me. No girl deserves her first kiss to be ending with bruises all over her mouth.

I was stalked today, and, I felt every ounce of fear a girl undergoing molestation must have felt like. I felt violated and unprotected in a second. Felt like I couldn't ask anyone for help, scared that the other person may see me nothing else than a piece of flesh he can thrust his penis against, prove his masculinity to himself and look at me after he was done, victory in his eyes, he had conquered me  and had  successfully broken me down because of his urge to ejaculate inside me.

I live in a false sense of faith to the number of years it would take before that man will be punished rightly.
Till then, I plead to you, quit making us feel this way.
We've lived in fear all our lives, the fear of being touched, being violated.
I plead to you.

- the girl in the beige shorts

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