Wandering Hands

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This was inspired by what I go through almost everyday as a female, walking through crowded spaces, street corners and even on the broad street to school ,where men feel like your body is public property. 
I walk past as I usually do
And as usual, you stretch out your hands towards my bosom
I try to swipe your hands off
But again, you reach out your grease filled phalanges
Towards my waist
Today is not every other day
I have taken too much of this
Don't you dare touch me
You disgusting creature
Today unlike every other day
Blood will flow
And bones will be broken
Keep your hands to your self groping monster
For  my body is not your property
It is mine alone

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