Excuse me, sir
I was here Monday night
And the night before that night
I was here this morning
I was here to open a case
Sir, I keep telling you
I am being harassed by a group of men
One of them followed me home & grabbed me by my arm
Not only did he ask if I am dumber than I look
He yelled at me while calling me a joke
Not only did he make fun of my dress
Calling it nothing but a piece of trash
He squeezed my buttocks & fondled my breasts
Questioned whether they’re heavy or just saggy
I tried to run but it was like climbing Everest with flip flops
Not only did he laugh, he asked if I’m trying for retard Olympics
He told me he doesn’t tolerate foolishness
It’s not fair, his mockery and insults
Threatening I should get over myself
Sir, It’s been a long day for me
I don’t want to be another statistic
Is there any interest in listening my case?
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