I never know when it's safe to talk.
I never know when it's safe to show cleavage.
My male friends disappear when claimed by other woman's love.
The streets are not safe.
The nights are not safe.
Internet is not safe.
Talking to a commited friend isn't safe.
When you are a woman it's hard to find a place to exist and be who you are.
There's jealosy, there's lust, there's wickedness, there's confusion.
There's loneliness.