2008
I don’t think you understand how we see right through you.
Don’t assume we think you’re high and mighty.
Every single one of us, we don’t deserve this.
This condescending treatment,
This acting like we are meat.
We are not your property, and no amount of groping
or grabbing will ever change that.
Grow up is for damn sure and we’re not alone.
Show us that you are worth it, worth any of our time.
our attention,
and most of all our love.
Touch me one more time,
and I’ll show you what condescending means.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem