I’ve faced the torrents
but no one told me how to face men like you.
Don’t hook your bait and tell me it won’t hurt.
I’m thick-skinned yet I’ll still bleed
the moment you feed me your line.
You’re telling all your friends you’d be gentle this time,
using your net to catch some fish out of water.
I flail and try to escape.
But you’re not so gentle anymore.