Harassment

Sat, 04/16/2016 - 18:47 -- Kitcait

Unwanted

Whistles on the street

Hesitate

Then quicken my feet

Predator

His eyes repulsive

Make it stop

He's getting closer

Aggression

A poisonous punch

Luckily

It's just a hunch

 

On the street when you whistle

Or call women names

It doesn't make us feel beautiful

It makes us scared

Before harassing on the street

Do nothing but think

How it would really make her feel.

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