Sit in the back seat of the taxi Keep your legs crossed Or if you have to walk at night Eyes stay wide, don’t get lost Have 911 at the ready Keys between your fingers Walk fast, move quickly It is best not to linger Make sure you know where to aim The eyes, crotch, and nose When they shout foul things at you Keep walking, you know where to go
Zip up that jacket Tug down that skirt For you are a woman on the street Stay safe, and stay alert
I still whisper prayers for you even on nights when I immediately fall asleep as my back touches the bed, my head resting on my pillow But I guess you are the one who’s tired from running inside my head all day Some days you just walk, back and forth, pacing, hopping, leaping Until I find you inside my pockets and then inside my chest where I hear all the beating Some days I wish you would stop because it would mean that I have also stopped From thinking about you so much but I guess it won’t just yet — you won’t just yet I still repeat our fleeting moments when I can’t fall asleep The smell of lavander can fill my room with all its might but once the thought of you pops This world I belong to has a habit of pausing only to remind me that you have gotten away On some days, in an old buick by yourself while on other days, in a carriage with the thing that is supposedly beating in my chest Then I find myself chasing after you only to once again find myself running in circles In an empty stadium’s tracks — but you’re there. I see you on the bleachers but I cannot comprehend if you’re waiting for my victory or for my defeat On some days, that is the problem. There is this uncertainty that envelops the sparkle in you And oh, if I could only find out what keeps you from being unsure, I would do everything in my courage to fight it so that you can stop running And maybe I can start holding your hands when the lights turn green as we begin walking
Is it even worth trying to talk when I'm Walking behind all my "friends" on the sidewalk None of you ever asks how I've been Always pushed to the side again and again I'm not sure who I am or what I stand for I just know- I don't belong here anymore.
A road made by walking where you shouldn't. Told not to by the full throat, taken aback by paths desired away. A brand apart from the rest, but so, too, the others can follow. Heels that graze floors in an apathetic stutter strut. A stepped up out of time gangliness of lanky mellow. Walk where one may, walk where one wishes.