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.

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