My eyes see a battlefield

In every path I walk 

Fearful footsteps freeze

As a familiar sound is heard

And vision is suddenly blurred

As tears build and anxiety is stirred

Car honks and shouts fly like bullets

Every vibration of sound causes damage

Hey baby/ Honk

How you doing? / Honk

Need a ride, Honey? / Honk

This battlefield of terror

I wish it were rarer

With enemies around every corner

I used to pray I wouldn’t end up with the coroner

But I no longer pray as prey

Those bullet vibrations of sound no longer compound

Tears no longer trickle

I have learned

My voice is the banging of a loud drum turning men dumb

With head tall and shoulders back and a “Back off, bitch” face

I still see a battlefield everywhere I walk

But now

I am the victor