These sharks go into frenzy
With my patience running thin
Predators come to surface
From places made of sin
These waters are infested
And there’s more that’s creeping in
These lessons make me nervous
I have a right to shed my skin
© Delia Ross. 2020
I wish I could express my sexuality how I wanted, without the flood of sexual harassment that swarms in.
I wish I could dress how I wanted, without the flood of sexual harassment that comes in.
I wish I could go to the beach or the club, without the fear of being raped or having unwanted hands grab my body.
I wish I could dress sexy and go out and not be catcalled.
I wish dudes wouldn’t send me a play-by-play of how they’re masturbating.
I wish dudes wouldn’t ask me for nudes.
I wish I could express my sexuality without being reduced to simply a sex object.
Eh, but I guess I “asked for it”…