I have had enough. I really have had enough of you and your peers and your verbal sexual harassment. It is not normal. It is not ok for you to speak to me like that. I refuse to use it as a validation of my beauty. I refuse to accept that it is the norm.
You have made me feel unsafe to simply walk past you. That simple action seems to be an invitation to you. Do you not notice how I hold my breath and avoid eye contact when I pass you? Do you not notice how I flinch when you touch my hand to catch my attention? Do you not realize I am trying to not catch YOUR attention in case God forbid you get angry at me for not reciprocating your advances and decide I need be punished? Do you know how humiliating it is for me to walk with another man as protection from you? Do you know I avoid the areas I think you might be so as to not go through this whole ordeal?
Is it worth getting cheered on by your peers? Can you not feel how awkward I am feeling? Objectifying me makes me feel like I am filthy. Do you know I cannot wait to go home and wash your stare from my body? Dear sir, your sexual innuendos revolt me. You do not own me or my body to have the liberty to talk to me like that. I should not consider you sir when I dress in the morning. I should not allow your ill manners to dictate my life yet they do.
You have instilled fear in me. I must watch what I look at, how I smile around you. I must consider the possible hallucinated subliminal messages me turning my head towards your direction may generate. I pray to God for protection when I pass you. Why are your downfalls my problem? Why do I feel as if I am the villain? Like I invited you to invade my life and my space in such a barbaric way. Why do I feel like the sinner when you are the one inflicting all this on me? Society shouts well you are the one who wanted to be noticed. Why wear that makeup? why wear those clothes? aren’t you just screaming for attention? No, No I am not.
Dear sir let me pass in peace. As a fellow human being I think I deserve that much