Recent news made me learn a new word. I
thought it was called just feeling it up. I also thought it was foreplay. The
media now screams molestation.
It was 9.30 PM. I saw her then. She was
standing near a footpath and talking over phone. Her shrug had just moved away
revealing a bit of her neckline. She was young, dainty and wearing strapless. I
was in heat. I walked past her. She looked tired and easy. I walked behind her
and groped her back. She screamed out loud and ran off. Ha, the pleasure of
seeing a girl run walk away. Unparalleled.
It was 9.30 PM. I saw her then. She was
waiting for a bus. I knew her bus route and walked close to her. She was on a
call and slightly looked up to see me. Her shrug slipped and I saw her strapless
dress. I was in heat. I walked past her. She looked inviting. I walked behind
her and groped her back. She held my hand and screamed loud. I ran away after
pushing her off the road. Ha, the pleasure of seeing a girl scream for help. Unparalleled.
It was 9.30 PM. I saw her then. She was standing
in a bus. She looked up at me and saw my
eyes. I did not like it. I glanced at her chest. She looked back at my
eyes. This time, with furious anger. Her
shrug slipped and she glanced at me when I saw her strapless dress. I was in
heat. I walked past her. She seemed bold. I walked behind her and groped her
back. She held my hand and kicked my knees. I fell down flat.
Ha, the power of anger. She exclaimed.
It is no rarity to be stared, touched, and
groped. It takes pepper sprays, safety pins and lots of anger to hit back. It
takes boldness to talk about it and scream. It takes conditioning to know it is not okay and it not acceptable to be touched by someone.I strongly believe anger and
boldness is the strongest weapon a woman should possess.
