Susanna and the Elders by Artemisia Gentileschi
TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT
Perhaps it was the time I was walking along Washington Square Park
A man came behind me and slapped my ass
While his friends laughed.
Embarrassed, I just walked faster.
Or perhaps it was the time I was on the subway
A man came and sat in front of me
His hand stroking his cock behind a brown suitcase.
I moved to another car. He followed me. I yelled at him, but felt like a bitch.
Or perhaps it was the other time I was on the subway
A man came and pressed his cock between the cheeks of my ass
No one could tell anything was wrong because of the crowds.
Scared, I held my breath praying for my stop to come.
Or perhaps it was the time I was on my way home
A man came asking me for some money.
Being nice (isn’t that always our way, ladies) I gave him twenty dollars.
He grabbed me and tried to kiss me on my mouth.
Or perhaps it was the time I went to Barcelona
A man came offering to give me a tour of the park
Instead he took me to a remote area and rubbed himself against my ass.
He came. And laughed. I felt stupid for being so gullible.
Or perhaps it was the time I went on that date
A man came and pushed me to the ground—ripping my panties in two
Demanding oral sex because he bought me dinner.
Feeling guilty, I jerked him off as fast I could. He tried to follow me home.
Or perhaps it was the time when I was a girl learning to navigate my sex
A man came and told me to keep my legs together if I wanted into God’s Kingdom
He spoke, licking his lips as he hungrily eyed my tits and ass.
Confused, I felt like I was a sinner…but I liked the attention.
Or perhaps it was the time …
A man came …
Grabbed me by the pussy …
My fault …
Or perhaps …
Man …
Licked …
Secret …
Perhaps …
Perhaps …
Perhaps …