Bang this bag
I don’t know if I can make any better because I try to find good in any situation utilizing a higher power but it doesn’t work well when others are working along side predators. So, this morning after taking my beautiful older brother out for breakfast, I was faced with something that actually set my kind demeanor into a frenzy on our way back home.
There are some pretty sick people in this big beautiful neighborhood called earth and I do not like some of the actions that my neighbors put on display. Once upon a time not long ago I was the victim of rape and the truth of the matter is that we as a people in the neighborhood just don’t often heal the same way. As I’ve grown as a woman there are just certain little things that can cause an enraging cataclysmic beast within my personal view of how some adult men can say or do things that often makes me want to hit them upside their head with a sock of nickels loaded with tiny little tickseeds every time I witness sexual abuse or hear about some prick of a man touching or invading the space of women who do not want to be touched. Honestly? The obsessive stares of grown arse men undressing young girls in public has always been a thing hard for me to bare. So imagine how it must feel to those who are a abused by powerful people throughout the political arena.
There she was, a little princess entering the store, bouncy with giddy steps because she was allowed to utilize her independence of girlhood to go to the public restroom without an overbearing parent who is essentially a protector from those around her who may exhibit unwanted eye penetration on her bum. There in line ahead of me was a dude old enough to know better, openly undressed the little babe as she sauntered out of the store to the awaiting parent. The bloke was so obvious in his undressing of the little girl that he missed his cue to pay for the items he was being charged for and I’m standing 6ft behind him seething at what I’d just witnessed.
How dare he!
I’m a great deal calmer now because I’m able to write it down as a way to keep my beastly thoughts of assault abated to any kind of man such as this. But then I thought about something else which is pertinent to my attitude about sexual abuse. How is it that this neighborhood allows for women to become victims of sexual insanity? The last four years has set standards by some predators which transports me back to a place where the rape of my body and mind seems fresh as morning dew which is deeply troubling. It’s almost as if it’s alright for a grown arse political male to walk up and just openly touch women without their consent. Do these predators not realize that every woman doesn’t just sink into a shell of shame and disgrace when they’ve been violated? The one thing my daddy taught me as a child growing up is to never allow free touching of my body. So, with that being said, what does really happen in the homes of predators when they have daughters? Do they allow them to sit on their knees as a girl child? Do they place their hands on their beautiful little bodies ever so gentle as to not cause alarm to the child who they have helped to create? These are questions I often have when it comes to abusers. I do wonder what atmosphere helps to breed this type of insufferable male prick.
I’m no shrinking violet. Imma’ thinker.