My Being Alive

#metoo, #enough, poetry

Eyes to the ground

Hands to yourself!

My smile does not mean you can touch me.

My laugh does not mean you can touch me.

My short skirt does not mean you can touch me.

My low-cut blouse does not mean you can touch me.

 

You may NOT touch me!

Not with your eyes

Or your tongue

Or your hands.

My being alive

Does not mean

You can do what you want with me.

My being alive,

My living my life,

My laughing,

My singing,

My dancing,

My dressing any way I please…

Is my business.

It is NOT an invitation.

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Rays of Love

 

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I pray the hate never finds you,

I pray you live protected from its jagged blade.

I pray it does not tear at your heart,

That it does not shred you

From the inside out.

 

I pray the hate never finds you,

I pray you live protected from its jagged blade,

I pray it does not puncture your flesh,

That it does not shred you

From the outside in.

 

Come,

Hide ourselves and our children in the bosom of compassion,

And when hate comes,

Hold up our shields of brotherhood,

Warn it off with our saber of love.

Stand our ground, lock arms,

And let it not penetrate the circle.

 

Multiple rays of love can melt the hate.

 

I pray the hate

never finds you.

©Hend Hegazi

 

(Thank you for reading and liking this post. You may enjoy reading the four interviews I wrote for the women characters of my novel, Behind Picket Fences. The interviews were super fun to write, and I think you’ll find yourself wondering if they are characters from a book or real people. Click here for the interviews.)