fingerprints
Women are not objects
We are not prizes to be won
We are not toys that you play with untill we get boring
We aren't there for your pleasure
Or to be filled with guilt
We won't forget
We can still feel your touch
Unwanted and unforgettable
Your fingerprints burn holes in our skin
Your eyes crowd our dreams
Full of greed
It fills us with hate
With pain
I cannot bear
I watch the women I love most
Break into tears
At the thought of seeing you again
Watch them sob from the passenger seat
And pull the blankets over their heads to drown out the memories
I hurt for these women
I wish I could help
These beautiful, strong, loving, generous, sweet, kind, amazing women
With fingerprints burned into their skin
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