Consent

I’m siting here drunk
On this dark and lonely night
Wishing you were here
To help me with my plight

Where were you
When I needed you?
Where were you
When someone else touched my body?
Where were you
When I felt like I was being choked to death?

I’m sorry to say
But I really wish it were someone else
Instead of me
I wish I weren’t the one
Who had a strangers hands
All over my body

I wish I weren’t the one
For, if I weren’t,
I wouldn’t jump at the touch of a friend
And I wouldn’t flinch every time
I saw his face

Honestly, what do guys not understand about consent?
What is so pleasing about leaving a dent?
If only I weren’t so spent,
Would he have been a true gent
Now, all I do is vent
Even though he says that’s not what he meant

All he needed was my consent
All he needed was my consent


~ Shezlin Dinesh

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