Pretty Golden Wrappers

There are candy bars in a candy shop and a man I don’t know wants one—there is no one at counter, no money in the mans pocket, and no signs saying free—the man takes one and gets a year for stealing—so what’s the difference if we’re talking about my body—that chocolate bar was just asking to be stolen all bound up in that pretty golden wrapper it should’ve known better—the man says he was doing it a favor no one would’ve eaten it anyway—but why should you treat my body like something you can eat—I am not a piece of meat—not a meal you can pay or bargain for—or to be cut up on a plate—I am not to blame for saying no to a date or saying yes to a drink—so why do legislators think that the contents of my purse or my lack of fists makes my no a yes—I am not meat can’t you see—a man gets a year for stealing but a monster gets 3 months for raping me