Harijan

My cousin is beautiful, And she wore a beautiful dress. A boy saw her and had ideas. A boy touched her without her consent. I’ve been thinking about it, And I think that I would rather be Everything that I am, everything That makes me ugly, undesirable, Than everything that makes her Beautiful. I would rather be flawed And unloved, and unattractive, Unwanted, than touched by Boys I don’t want to be touched by, Or by men, like my other beautiful cousin. I would rather never be kissed. I would rather never be touched. I am imperfect, I am unattractive, But I am not a target for males That are nothing but eyes and hands. It’s not worth it. I refuse to be anyone’s victim, But my own.