street fighting
hey, baby, nice as-
k me for my number,
i dare you, when i’m walking down the street
alone
and it’s nighttime
and i walk faster, you wanna know,
why you gotta be like that, baby?
why you gotta hold your keys like that,
your pepper spray like that, why do you
find yourself wishing there were more streetlights,
more people,
learn how to take a compliment!
this isn’t a compliment,
this is fear;
this is daily warfare.