#molesting

My freedom was crumbled

When I was 3

I remember his hands moving around my body

I can still feel his touch on my skin

The skin is still burning

I want to rip it off

He is always there in family gatherings

He takes undue advantage of blind eyes

I know the monster that hides

In his fake love it resides

I know he is not what he shows

That touch leaves a scar on my wounds

That touch is enough

For my soul to feel trapped

I know that touch is going to be there

Since I breath my last breathe

My skin will be in flames

Meghan’s friend tried to accuse Thomas of molesting Meghan

https://twitter.com/UKRoyalTea/status/1276105380771307520?s=20

https://twitter.com/UKRoyalTea/status/1276108774944669697?s=20

I am young girl full of energy, power and self-confidence. Everyday there are a lot of voices inside me inviting me to let this energy out. BUT I am in Moria, between thousands of unclean eyes, that are looking to my body and not to my soul. These eyes bother me. I can not play volleyball. I can not even just walk straight down one path. My head should be down. When I am crossing the roads it is difficult like passing the borders for me.

200 metres to the toilets. 400 metres to the food queue. Again 400 metres back. Along this distance there are hundreds of eyes looking to me.

Girl-molesting is common, is daily. Even when they disturb us we are not supposed to answer them. We are not supposed to turn around. We can not say: ‘Don’t follow me! Stop bothering me!’

While washing my clothes I feel ashame, because boys are looking to me. I can’t look back to them, because they will misunderstand. So all sport places are used only by boys, all playgrounds are used only by boys. And we are locked inside.

Even men in the age of my father look to my body. I don’t know where I am. This doesn’t look like Europe here. When I was at school I learned that Europe is the mother of freedom, but I am living in the middle of eye violence. There are everywhere eyes. There is nowhere freedom. I am a prisoner here and this is the jail. I will not be able to forget these memories.

Instead of playing with other girls, I have to stay inside. Instead of walking proudly, I should walk with my eyes turned down. I am forced to feel shame and fear.

You should let the police handle it. Apparently he was looking for an excuse to dump you and he is stupid enough to think you cannot find anyone other than him. Trash like that doesn’t deserve you. His ego won’t be able to handle you. The quicker you rid of him, the happier you will be. That molesting, harassing and criminal behaviour sporting person deserves what the legal authorities give to him.