They wouldn't understand

They won't get it that it's not alright to touch someone without their consent,
And it isn't something most recent;
It started ages before, when the devil shouted "encore"
Those nasty hounds come your way to have a good day,
But that might be your life's worst,
Making your tearful eyes burst,
Those devils won't understand the pain,
The regret that you can't be innocent again.


Hey everyone!
This is my 50th poem and a rising concern towards the security of girls in this global hue.

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