I remember a time when they looked at me like nothing but a piece of meat
My long legs gracefully walked through the hallways like a gazelle
Where at every locker hyenas would lurk
I say hyenas,
Because had they been lions they would have approached me with a noble dignity and respect
But these, these were hyenas
Scavengers feeding on any carcass they could sink their teeth into and laugh amongst themselves about the chase and the takedown later
I could smell them on the hunt
Covered in the jungled scents of Polo Cologne and far too much Axe
They never asked you for anything
They demanded
And I remembered how I feared ever saying no like that word was not part
Of their language so they never understood you
Even if you tried to use it
I saw the way they looked at me
With hunger in their eyes like they were starving
But I knew they never were
Because at that highschool their was an abundance of carcasses to feast on
They would circle the ones whose self esteem was dying the fastest
Like vultures waiting for the final breaths of hope to die out
I remember they way they touched me
Handled me roughly
Used me until my soul became empty
No reflection in the mirror left, that little girl died a long time ago
Realized my innocence had been stolen long before the first time
When I didn’t even bleed because another animal had already gutted
Me claws that should have never entered in the first place
And I still seem them as I walk down the hallways, streets, alleys
Anywhere in public where my body is considered up for public consumption
Rape culture runs even more rampant
Laughing, jeering, in search of new prey to hunt, victimize and then blame
Fresh carcasses of lost little girls dying for attention
Thinking how they want so badly to be hunted
Not understanding the consequences of when they are finally caught
I know they never saw me as more than a piece of meat but I wondered if they had forgotten that I was a human being
That they were human beings
That this isn’t the jungle
And that we are made to be more than savages vying for a fresh pound of flesh