Your Grabby Hands

A word to the wise from Sister Seuss.

 

I am woman

Woman, I am

That man-oh-man

That man-oh-man!

I do not like that man-oh-man

I do not like your grabby hands

I do not like them, man-oh-man

Would you like them

Here or there?

I would not like them

Here or there

I would not like them

Anywhere

I do not like your grabby hands

I do not like them, man-oh-man

You will not line up in the bank

And grab my ass as if a prank

You will not follow me off the train

Your steps quickening down the lane

I do not like your grabby hands

I do not like them, man-oh-man

You will not kiss me on the bus

Then skirt away without a fuss

You will not holler at me from your car

And rate my body from afar

I do not like your grabby hands

I do not like them, man-oh-man

I will not be your piece of meat

Or a destination where you stop to eat

I will not take it on the chin

Or smile back at your seedy grin

I do not like your grabby hands

I do not like them, man-oh-man

I will not let you believe

You can use your sex as a reprieve

I will not be told to sit quiet

While your eyes ensue a filthy riot

I am woman

Woman, I am

I do not like your grabby hands

I do not like them, man-oh-man

 

Words by Isabella Fornarino.

Image by Patrick M.

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