Stop

Please,

I asked you once,

Even twice.

Third time the charm?

Nope,

So you still continue.

Please,

Just stop,

Stop touching me.

That's 4 times,

Do you stop?

No,

You just continue,

On and on.

At this point,

Your just being,

Forceful.

Why me?

What have i done?

All i have done,

Is just sit there.

Eye's ahead,

And that is all.

But you?

Just won't stop,

Just leave me be,

Please.

At this point,

Now i'm trapped.

I'm scared,

But can't cry out.

Please,

Just please leave me alone.

For the love of god,

Please just stop.

Stop touching me.

Hey there everyone,

um hey, so i really don't want to get in to a full full background of this here poem only because well, if we are being truthful this stems from more of a recent personal experience. i don't want to go in to detail about it. let a lone even talk about it. but in the same sense, i feel as if i need to talk about it to more or less get it out and not have it trapped inside of my head. while i went to counseling today, i spoke about it, my counselor says i haven't done anything wrong, but at the same time what makes it okay for people to touch me without consent? i don't know what goes through the mind of some people,

but when someone tells you to stop touching them the first time around that should tell you that the person is uncomfortable. but some just don't care? i'm glad i was unharmed but the fact that i was in an uncomfortable situation like i was just being touched when i didn't want to be...it brings back a lot of trauma that i experienced when i was younger...i'm just glad nothing seriously bad happened...my message to all you young women and even men, don't be afraid to talk about certain things, i know it is scary at times but in order to feel better and forget you need to let it out.

Thank you for reading.