Hands OffA Poem by therisaHow some men don't understand, "no".My mind drifts To that spot Of safety. Which You can't touch me With your caress Of terror. As I try To ignore Your unwanted advances Towards me. Smelling Your beery breath With every word spoken. Triggering My need to vomit From the smell. Hoping You'll get the message And left me Alone. Without being rude Or worse To you. But Your Neanderthal mind Can't grasp The obvious. As I "accidentally" Spill my drink On you Before leaving.
© 2014 therisaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 21, 2014 Last Updated on November 21, 2014 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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