Can’t touch me!

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This story contains themes of/mentions/strongly implies: sexism, racism/white supremacy, homophobia, transphobia, social superiority, body dysmorphia/eating disorders, repressive religious beliefs, ableism (neurodiversity related), gun use (school shooting), mental health issues (depression, anxiety) sexual abuse, self harm, exhaustion/burnout, stalking, phone addiction/online harassment, objectification/slavery, drug use, domestic abuse.

This piece is social commentary.

It is confronting.

It is written in the first person, and does not reflect the opinions, perspectives or beliefs of the author.

Take care of yourself - you are loved. 💖✨

- Red

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Sexism doesn’t exist

Because it can’t reach me

I’m the man who is untouchable

I’ll always be free to speak

However I please

I can’t be accused of wrongdoings

While I teach my kids

Dictators’ dreams

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Racism is engrained in my DNA

There’s barriers here,

A complex superiority

Keeping the odds outweighed

By my God-given purity

You should apologise

For thinking otherwise

Since the light of my face,

My teeth, my eyes

Is all I need to reach the placed blocked by

Genetic laws and

Objectifying goals

Trapping you on your knees,

Exploited for looking a little different to me.

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Homophobia and transphobia

Are nonsense

They’re the systemised indoctrination

That sitting still is too hard

And every choice must be an

Act for a tiny rush of attention

Why not alter body shapes

Sharpen angles and hip bones

For that delicious validation

Unachievable perfection

Keep the lower class hungry

There’s power in money

Finding purpose in the empires

I’ve built to keep you

Outnumbered

Waiting for your mum to tell you

She’s sorry she believed that

You’d ever be happy

With that framed degree

So momentous

The energy it demanded

Right back where you started

Holding kinetic emotions in your heartbeat

Take a seat and start devising

Those texts

Posting and posing

Showing the algorithm your greatness

In spite of those setbacks

A miracle of justice

Served direct to your enemy’s head

But then you meet me,

Megaphone in my hand

Disillusioning the crowd

With my voice; overbearing

Smothering with aprons; skirts; fine dining

That delightful misconception

That it might be alright

Colour coded judgement

A laugh; carried coffee

The mirror showing back

Only subhuman nothings

Despite all the pills;

The T, the marching

Revert to confiding in lies; you’re bleeding

Tell no one you suffered

Thought those confessions

Would help cease the pain?

Didn’t see the priest

As he unbuckled his pants

Body shape a myth

A six-pack; suck in.

Keep self expression

For the next kid whose

Only chance for survival

As the gunshots get closer

Is to lock up the cupboard

And hide from the stalker

Don’t travel alone

Don’t travel alone

Desperate for blood flow

But the world didn’t say so

You can’t wander past

The train station smoking

Artistic expression

You’re due for the army

No considerable option

Of you being ready

For the havoc I’ll wreak

Next time I hear

That you didn’t like it

When I revoked all the privileges

You were never gonna need

And planned out your lifestyle

Putting powders in your drink

You didn’t watch your back

Now I’ll give you commands

Remember to give thanks

For your indiscriminatory place

You will now be kept quiet

Forever and always told

Your struggles don’t exist.

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