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Poetry: Life of a woman is hard, being a working woman is harder. Sharing workspace with my abuser every day makes want to become a hedgehog!
TW: Workplace sexual harassment, abuse of power.
My blood starts rushing,
Every time I smell your cologne
Don’t be flattered,
Cause I don’t mean this in a good way,
My blood rushes in a panicked, begging for help way
Cause every time you come close,
I know a part of you will touch my skin
In a way, my body doesn’t like
Sometimes I wish I was a hedgehog,
So, I could hurt those privileged hand of yours
And get away with no consequences.
But I know I won’t ever will be one,
So I silently tolerate and count the days
I rush home as soon as the clock strikes 6
I dive into my bed and weep
For being a coward today as well
I wish to be brave enough someday
To launch a sucker punch in your face
And walk away with grace
But I know the day isn’t close
And once again patiently I count the days
And rush home as soon as the clock strikes 6
Count the days to what? You may ask
I count the days to your demise.
I often times wonder,
Maybe the things I wish are too cruel
Only to realize they aren’t harsh enough
For the things you put me through
So dear privileged,
I wait for the day your immortality fades away.
Image source: Still from HER – “LET THE VOICE BE YOURS” by Bombay Diaries, edited on CanvaPro
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