Don't put your hands on me
My presence with you gives you no right on my body
Don't put your hands on me
When I serve you a beer
No tip gives you the right
To put your hands
Anywhere on my body
Don't put your hands on me
When you meet me in a crowd
My sole presence near yours
Gives you no right on my body
Don't put your hands on me
When our eyes meet
Me seeing you
Gives you no right
To come close to me
Don't put your hands on me
When we had too much to drink
And you see me walk by
Outside the bar
Me being tipsy Is no invitation
For your hands to come near my body
Don't put your hands on my body
When you sense my fear
Pouring out of my soul
When you follow me in a alley
On my way back home
Walking home alone
Gives you no right
To make me feel unsafe
And touch my body
About the Creator
Marie-Helene Belanger
Jewellery artist and lover of words, both in English and French. Memories have been the main source of inspiration in my art work for numerous years. I'm a born nostalgic.
Follow me on Instagram for more jewellery related photos. @mariehbel
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