woman rights
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I walk across the street,
It’s not even dark.
Yet he comes closer, and closer,
He looks 30 and drunk.
I’m 13 and small.
Who will they blame?
Among hateful eyes, I live here For every woman, I want a fair shareMen are superior, they claim For showing them the mirror, I am to blameMy life is confined within four wallsI cannot heed my hearts callMy heart does not follow man-made rulesF
you peer
savagely leering,
strings of pearls dripping
from your gaping clamshell mouth
like spit
spit the words on the back of my legs
whistling
linger
fingers on car horns
