Secret Assault

Can we talk about the transgressions that happen in the crowd ?

Hidden under waving arms and writhing bodies

Sneaky hands get to groping

The breasts and thighs of others

A kind of assault we don’t talk about enough

The kind that happens under the cover of darkness of the crowd

And behind the wave of blasting tunes An animalistic desire is at work, satisfying it’s ego

What am I hinting at ? Allow me to spell it out for the crowd

Predators touching girls/boys without consent in the pit during shows

I’ve been there, I’ve seen it

And we’re not doing enough to stop it

To the unsuspecting victims:

It happens during your favorite song

When you’re grinding with the air,

And they see you dancing

And they want you

It happens during your crowd surfing

When they stick their hands somewhere  on your body that they shouldn’t have

And they grab you

And you brush it away like it was nothing

But it wasn’t nothing, and you didn’t deserve it

To the predators hiding in the crowd:

I see you

I know what you’re doing

When you grab the thigh of that person in front of you

And they turn around in bewilderment

“Oooops !” You say, “Accident”

And she/he/they believes you

And you sigh in relief because you got away with it

With sneaking that little touch

But it wasn’t really an accident

It was an assault