Stepping Back

It’s a personal space issue,
Sir. Stay back 3 feet
from my edges. Please,
for my safety. I don’t want
to cut you to pieces… today.

I’m not a monster, nor
a drowning damsel. I don’t want
a man so close, as to save me.
I am not in trouble. Sir,
step back now. Keep
your hands inside your pockets
your coat pockets. Out of
my sight. I don’t want to
see

You, or your hands. I don’t
want you close enough to touch
because I don’t need to be
held together, or pulled apart
again and again. I don’t need
to be bent by anything but the
wind or the wild. I will not
compromise with you.