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    Boundaries...boundaries..
    He has no sense of boundaries.
    He talks, throws his back in laughter, telling his story.
    He looks at me and touches my arm.
    I stop myself from recoiling. He holds my gaze momentarily, then shyly he looks away and continues to talk.  He then touches my leg, and holds my knee until i move it.

    Are you confused?

    Boy, my body can't prop you up. I will not give you my strength. I am not a pillar from which you can catch your breath. My walls cannot replace the backbone you obviously lack.
    My skin, smooth as alabaster and warm as a sunrise does not need to be tainted by your touch. You seek to convey affection, interest. But it translates to possession, desperation, and trickles to irritation.

    Do not touch me. Ever.

    Learn to sit up straight; cross your legs, sit on your hands if you must. Learn to speak without needing a temple to lean on. Learn to be confident in the words you speak, without needing my validation, without seeking to disarm me; appealing to my weakness. My femininity is not weakness.
    My body is not a prop.

    I appeal to your senses
    But I am a lion.

    I've spared you.

    Respect my boundaries.

    The next time you stumble
    Your carcass will only be good for the vultures.
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    I am not angry with you for getting an abortion.
    I am angry with myself for letting you down. I am angry at them for letting us down. And I am angry that we let ourselves down.
    My heart aches, because all life is precious. He tells us that we are a gift, one that we should not despise, nor disrespect. I let you down because I tell you that life is precious, yet I kill everyday. With my laugh, my words, the narrowing of my eyes, the contortion of contempt on my face, I kill.
    I close my eyes to it all. And shut my ears to all the cries. I didn't cause this. I tell them: do better, know better. I spit at their feet. A waste of human space.
    I have become a skilled assassin.

    xxxx

    With banners held high, and words etched in the blood of the dead, they scream that hell is upon us because we are killers. But in secret they brandish their daggers, cock their gun and take aim as we spill into the doors seeking aid. Is this not the house of those who are sick? Why has it become a den of thieves? A nest of wickedness, dressed in robes of white. They baptize in waters of tolerance.
    In darkness they pervert holiness; in light, they serve us the fruit of their iniquity.
    They’ve let us down.

    xxxx

    What is holy is perceived as wicked, and what is wicked is hallowed. Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and they who love it will eat its fruits. Such rotten fruit we have produced for ourselves. We won’t confess that our trees are dying, that our hearts are hardening.  Look all around you. Wickedness abounds; do you not perceive it? You hear me tell you that your soul is in danger, but you don’t understand.

    xxxx

    We throw blame here, there, everywhere. We break off chains only to make ourselves new ones. We have let ourselves down. With each ground of freedom that we gain we enslave ourselves further.

    You killed. And I killed. Forgive me. Forgive yourself. Instead, you stew in offence. In learning, we don't act better; we find an alternative. How sad that nothing is sacred anymore. No, not even you. Not even you, the greatest gift to me, to all of us.
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