“Just carry a gun,

“Just carry a knife,

“Learn some self-defense,

that way you can defend yourself in the face of danger.”

 

What’s the face of danger then?

 

Is it the man staring at my chest

or the unknown boy following me?

Is it the car that’s driven by me twice

or only once twice becomes thrice?

Is it the man who says smile

or the one who wants a hug,

even though neither will take no

for an answer?

Is it the boy who says 

“If you love me…” and asks 

for what I’m unwilling to give? 

Is danger only the rapist

or is it the attacker, already too close?

 

So when I pull that gun,

So when I flash that knife,

So when my training kicks in,

 

Who are you going to blame?

What are you going to blame?

 

Me and my so-called paranoia

or 

Him and his actions?