***Warning: This poem is vaguely about SA***
Don't touch my body without my permission.
It is not yours to fondle.
It is not too tempting to resist.
You are the problem here.
My body is not here for your pleasure.
It is not a toy to enhance your sexual experience.
My body is my soul's vessel.
It's how I investigate this world.
I use it to walk and climb and run and stoop and sit.
I use it to grip and twist and explore my environment.
Don't touch my body without my permission.
It is but a meat sack that houses my consciousness.
It is not for you to worship or drool over.
Fuck off!
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While I was reading this, I heard my song, My Face in the back of my head. I felt the words and the strength behind me. Nice work.