Ingy - Berlin, Germany
body invasion.
I don’t like the way you talk about my body and
pretend like you earn it, as if it wasn’t mine or
the way you joke about sexual assault crimes,
but insist that you were just ‘joking’ and that’s apparently ‘fine’.
I don’t like the way you look at my body and invade my personal space,
the way your mouth rambles some words and I see hunger on your face.
I don’t like the way you judge my body and analyze every flawed cell,
the way you feel offended and start to defend yourself,
saying “But hey, I would never...” when I start to tell you
some stories of a female’s daily hell.
So,
Shall I tell you about the time when a classmate of mine
talked about my boobs in front of my eyes and compared me to a friend
like we were some toys in his hand?
Or
Shall I tell you about the time I asked my younger sister
if she was fine after an older man our parents have known
put his dirty hands on her shoulders as if she was an object he could own?
Or
Shall I tell you about the time when me and a friend of mine
got stopped on our way home by an older guy we know,
who was drunk and high and ended up touching our bodies inappropriately, why?
Or
Shall I tell you all the time when a guy thought it would be fine
to enter the personal space of my mom and touched her
but pretending to be innocent and stayed calm
when she called him out in front of the crowd to see.
Or
Shall I tell you about the time when I already had breasts at the age of nine
and some boys in my class thought it would be fine
to make fun of me and over-sexualized the body of a child.
Or
Shall I tell you about the time when a very close friend of mine
was feeling numb when she said that she had been sexually assaulted in her own bed.
This list can go on and on.
I want it to stop, for the sake of every man, woman, boy and girl,
this must be your last tear to drop.
I am tired of people using my body to please the hunger of their demons.
I am not your property,
because this body is simply mine and
there should be no other reason.