You Don’t Get Access To Children Just Because You Want It

You don’t get access to a child’s body just because you’re an adult.
You don’t get access because you identify a certain way.
You don’t get access because you feel entitled.
You don’t get access because you’re in a position of trust.
You don’t get access because you’re a parent, teacher, coach, pastor, or “friend of the family.”

You don’t get access just because you want it.
Not because you’re grown.
Not because you said “please.”
Not because you got a title, a badge, a Bible,
or some sweet-sounding degrees.

You don’t get access ‘cause you smile real wide
or say “it’s nothing”
while a child’s whole spirit curls up and hides.

You don’t get access because you’re a stepparent.
You don’t get access because you married into the role.
Children are not consolation prizes,
not property to control.

You don’t get access to their bodies
just to make yourself feel “whole.”

Children are not your hostage audience
while you gyrate and grind, half-dressed, on display.
They are not your stage.
Not your hype crew.
Not your “they’ll learn someday.”

Put some respect on their presence.
Put some cloth on your chest.
There is nothing liberating
about performing in front of innocence
you were called to protect.

Their body is not your playground.
Their silence is not your permission.
Their presence is not a reward
for you to star in your own fiction.

You don’t get access just because you crave it.
This ain’t about your wants.
It’s about their rights.
Their safety.
Their power.
Their peace at night.

Children are not here for your comfort, your curiosity, or your control.

If a child says no—that means no.
If a child feels unsafe—you’ve already crossed a line.
If a child is asked to change, undress, or submit to anyone’s presence without choice or consent—that’s not protection. That’s grooming.