If I Was A Hedgehog, I Could Hurt Those Privileged Hand Of Yours

Poetry: Life of a woman is hard, being a working woman is harder. Sharing workspace with my abuser every day makes want to become a hedgehog!

TW: Workplace sexual harassment, abuse of power.

My blood starts rushing,

Every time I smell your cologne

Don’t be flattered,

Cause I don’t mean this in a good way,

My blood rushes in a panicked, begging for help way

Cause every time you come close,

I know a part of you will touch my skin

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In a way, my body doesn’t like

Sometimes I wish I was a hedgehog,

So, I could hurt those privileged hand of yours

And get away with no consequences.

But I know I won’t ever will be one,

So I silently tolerate and count the days

I rush home as soon as the clock strikes 6

I dive into my bed and weep

For being a coward today as well

I wish to be brave enough someday

To launch a sucker punch in your face

And walk away with grace

But I know the day isn’t close

And once again patiently I count the days

And rush home as soon as the clock strikes 6

Count the days to what? You may ask

I count the days to your demise.

I often times wonder,

Maybe the things I wish are too cruel

Only to realize they aren’t harsh enough

For the things you put me through

So dear privileged,

I wait for the day your immortality fades away.

Image source: Still from HER – “LET THE VOICE BE YOURS” by Bombay Diaries, edited on CanvaPro

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