4d
they say you are what you attract,
but i’ve only ever wanted peace—
yet here they come, uninvited,
like shadows i can’t outrun.
i’m told that clothes speak for me,
but what’s left to say
when i’m covered head to toe,
hiding everything, and still
they see an invitation
in every step i take.
i’m just trying to live my life,
to walk the streets without fear,
to mind my own **** business,
but they never take the hint—
always thinking the world owes them
a piece of me, of anyone,
of every woman who dares to exist
without asking for attention.
i never called for their gaze,
never welcomed their words,
but still, they force their presence
like the air i wish i could escape.
why must i suffer for their hunger,
their lack of self-control?
i dream of a place where women roam free,
a sanctuary far from unwanted eyes—
a haven where no xy chromosomes
can claim the space we need to breathe.
but here i am, house-bound,
a prisoner to their gaze,
wondering why my silence
isn’t loud enough to be heard.
but i’ve only ever wanted peace—
yet here they come, uninvited,
like shadows i can’t outrun.
i’m told that clothes speak for me,
but what’s left to say
when i’m covered head to toe,
hiding everything, and still
they see an invitation
in every step i take.
i’m just trying to live my life,
to walk the streets without fear,
to mind my own **** business,
but they never take the hint—
always thinking the world owes them
a piece of me, of anyone,
of every woman who dares to exist
without asking for attention.
i never called for their gaze,
never welcomed their words,
but still, they force their presence
like the air i wish i could escape.
why must i suffer for their hunger,
their lack of self-control?
i dream of a place where women roam free,
a sanctuary far from unwanted eyes—
a haven where no xy chromosomes
can claim the space we need to breathe.
but here i am, house-bound,
a prisoner to their gaze,
wondering why my silence
isn’t loud enough to be heard.
people always say that you are what you attract, or that you are defined by what you wear. but i wear clothing that leaves everything to the imagination, and yet i still attract the wrong kind of attention. i’m not trying to attract anyone at all, just trying to go about my day, keeping to myself and minding my own business. but somehow, some individuals (mostly those with xy chromosomes) never seem to understand or get the hint. why do i have to suffer because they can’t behave themselves in public, let alone in private? i never ask for attention, and yet it still finds me, always the wrong kind. why is it that some people can’t just leave others alone? this is why i hardly leave my house. it would be a dream to have a private space just for women—no one allowed who wasn’t born female.
