No. 3

I am in a space 
With a man
Who has put his hands inside 
My clothes uninvited
And I feel guilty 
For not blowing it off 
As some innocent old drunk 
Who doesn’t know any better,
I wouldn’t want to make a scene
You see, I still look to the men around me 
To tell me I am allowed
To be upset
I can’t think of any worse thing
In this moment
Than making too much noise 
Most men will 
Protect one another 
By looking away
And leave you
So you have to
Choose your battles 
And if he never
Left any visible bruising 
You get to categorize the impact 
And rationalize to yourself
As cavalier as possible 
How it’s probably no big deal
And you are

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