Chapter 1
This day, today
I met the prince today.
He was creepy and weird and stared away.
He looked at me, as if I was on an array.
My aunt noticed this, to my dismay.
She came over to me and strayed me away.
She told me he was in love.
Love!? Love!? Is what I say,
How could he even sway that way?!
We've only just met!
I believe she could tell I was upset.
So she gave me a tainted apple
That caused me to collapse.
I guess that was the plan, but she could have told me it was a threat.
She hoped I'd forget my rage.
I didn't. I didn't forget.
In fact, it grew.
It grew from a small flame to a large house fire.
It grew from a tiny ember to a great beast of flames.
It grew from a small spark to a huge wildfire.
It grew when I realized the weird, creepy prince was about to kiss my lips.
Stop. Have you ever heard of consent
I hope you realise I’m not dead yet. So, I was asleep
That doesn't mean you get to peep
I hope you realise my eyes are up here.
Not here, or there, or anywhere else on my body!
Remember, you do need an invitation.
“I don’t need an invitation.”
“Most girls would be happy to be in your place.”
I hope you do realize us girls are not most girls
Us girls have a mind
We make the choice
We decide
We have pride
You are a guy who thinks that he can do what he wants because he has “power” and “connections.”
A male who thinks he could get away with the destruction, of the pride, of myself and others.
We did not give you consent, and we are not going to, so you need to learn to understand that.
And understand that what you were trying to do was not right, even if it’s been done before.
