#MeToo

Thanks to Alex Iby for making this photo available freely on unsplash 🎁

Is there any woman out there who hasn't suffered it? Is there any woman who hasn't been pinned to a bed with pleas falling on ears deafened by desire? Is there such a woman?

Can you tell me how you did it because I can't seem to pull it off. They are either grabbing my thighs, my butt, holding my waist or flat out pinning me to the floor.

And to the women who have suffered this, tell me honestly, how do I stop from feeling guilty, ashamed, dirty and weak?

Because I spoke to my sister and she implied that it was my fault. I spoke to an authority figure and he said it was because I was attractive. I guess that should make a good reason. I spoke to a friend and she was a victim heeself, only very unwilling to speak up against the pastor who hurt her.

So dear friend, when you had me pinned to the floor, my hands held apart by your big and strong hands and your weight -- twice mine -- keeping me transfixed on the cold floor as your disgusting lips found my neck and kissed it, what was running through your mind?

Because I know what was running through mine.

Stop! Stop! Please stop!

Then you grabbed my butt and pressed it into your groin and your bulge pressed right back into my pubic bone. I was paralysed with fear. I thought I was done for. Even my voice failed me!

But for some reason you get up and walk from me. I get up too. You unlock your door and I bolt from your room. But who am I kidding? I have left my soul on your cold marble floor, weak and paralyzed and weak.

I didn't use to think I was weak.

What doesn't break you... penetrate through your womanhood... doesn't always make you stronger.

Father, friend, stranger, brother... If it won't be too much to ask, kindly don't touch me because your every touch is a reminder that I am weak, still pinned to a cold marble floor.

Thanks to Aimee Vogelsang for making this photo available freely on unsplash 🎁

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