When I have to walk home at night in the dark
With my eyes sharp and
My keys jammed between our fingers in the fist of one hand
Don’t you dare tell me
That the fear is my eyes isn’t justified
When I have to worry
Is my dress too short?
Do I look like a ****
Is this outfit too provocative?
Don’t you dare tell me
That the fear is my eyes isn’t justified
Did you see what she was wearing
She was drunk, she probably just regrets it
She was dressed like a **** She was asking for it
Why else would she wear a dress that short
Don’t you dare tell me
That the fear is my eyes isn’t justified
I refuse to be quite
I refuse to accept that
“Boys will be boys”
And
“It’s just the way things are”
**** that.
I have a right to be safe
I have a right to wear what I please
No means no
No will always mean no
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC