Untitled verse, unbridled words



Disturbed, distressed, disgusted
Is how I feel
My stomach churns
The body shivers
I am nauseous
With vivid memories
When I read or hear
Of sexual predators



Do they feel like me?
Those who are touched
poked, squeezed, groped, violated
Whistled, stared or laughed at
Chased or simply followed?



Many are the ways
In which the weak
hurt the meek
What must we seek
Escape, respite, justice
Or healing, freedom, joy and peace?

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