A poem to a predator
You who lurk into a girl’s soul and abuse it
How could you?
How could you lay a finger unwanted? A kiss undesired? A glimpse unallowed?
You who thought, so narcissistically, to feed your disgusting desire with the pain of a girl
How could you?
How could you hear her groan as you lay a finger in a place unwanted and think it is thirst?
How could you kiss her? How could you allow your chapped pale lips to smudge the holiness of hers?
How could you touch her skin and leave her body burning for eternity?
How could you consent yourself inside her, treat your lust as superior and her as a weakling,
How could you see the tear go down her face and still roll your eyes in pleasure?
No, she did not invite you in. She did not lead you on. She did not lure you to her.
She could be standing before you;
Naked from head to toe;
Swirling her feet;
Biting her lips;
Chewing her hair;
Pole dancing;
With a bottle of Absinthe;
Mouthing unholy slurs;
And if she says no to you,
You do not so much as look at her with crave.
Who are you, the unbeing of beings
To kill a child, a girl, a woman,
To watch a child, a girl, a woman,
Choke in fear
In depression
In tear
Because of a hand
An abnormally ugly hand
You used to ruin her
To ruin any effort of survival
To ruin any chance of a haven
No, it is not just a word,
A touch,
A finger,
A hand,
A kiss,
A sniff,
A look,
A one-time,
A one person,
A photograph,
No it is not just a thing,
It is throwing her off a plane
And expecting her to land on her feet and continue walking.
See, your nasty innuendos, you throwing her off a plane, will not kill her
She will land on the ground, with broken feet, a damaged memory
A disabled kidney
A mutilated skin
A chronic headache
A sob that refuses to cease
A pain that the demons cannot bear
She will live her life with all these diseases, illnesses,
Mental, physical, and social imbalance
Look at other people and wonder why
She was not lucky enough to live a normal life
To smile like the other girls
To play with no fear
To feel anything but desperate
And shame
And embarrassment
And blame
And dirty
Only because
You chose to lay a finger in a place you should not have.
How could you?
Inspired by a Norwegian play my wholesome friend and I watched until 3am, on my last night in Dubai