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Walking home is difficult
When you feel as if eyes are leering at you
So you turn your head to face the sidewalk
To avoid the stares of strangers
Making sure you're not "asking for it"
making sure to look over your shoulder
Because the first question asked if anything happens will always be
"What were you wearing?"
As if your clothes could control the actions of others like some kind of leader
As if by dressing for a summer day automatically becomes an invitation for others to watch you as prey.
As if everything could have been avoided if you chose not to walk home.
This poem is about:
Our world