I have had my ass grabbed in meetings.
My breasts the subject of conference calls.
I have been shushed, interrupted, and disrespected.
Twice I have been assaulted.
Both were men I trusted.
And yes, my scars run deep and no, it’s no excuse.
It is, though, the truth.
So when a man I love tells me to trust him
I’m already a little bit wary
Stepping out on to the ledge, will you really carry
Or will I fall again, break apart, hold my own heart?
What you can’t understand is how hard I’ve fought
Just to be treated as a person, an equal.
But we are not colleagues, roomies, friends.
There is no equal, that’s all just pretend.
We are simply beguiling predator and his hapless prey.
So please, stay away.
I can assemble my life without this kind of help.
Kindly walk yourself to the door and out
Keep your hands off my ass and
My name out of your mouth