I feel you staring at me from the back of the bus,
The hairs on my arm rise,
The feeling of slow electrocution starts spreading in my limbs,
You move a little closer.
I feel your strides.
You hands seek out a place to touch.
Because you see i look like public property.
What can i do if you touch me?
I can't scream obviously,
Cause people Will know.
And then there'll Will be something different in their eyes when they look at me.
I feel your breath on my neck now.
Your hands on my body.
I feel like I'm being skinned inside out.
But i bite my lip and hold my tongue.
You are one of those guys who wears the mask of a feminist.
So i think I'll take your advice now and scream the next time someone burns me from their touch.
This time the seal on my mouth will break,
And the world will hear me roar,
So I'm giving you a suggestion now,
Think before you annihilate,
Think before you nip innocence in the bud,
Think before you burn,
Think before you touch.