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Men-

I see them, as I walk by

Turn their necks

With hungry eyes.

From their car windows

They smirk and smile.



Any other girl

Would love to be in my skin.

But instead, I feel

Prisoner to this.

I feel the lust of a man

Intrusive

Past experiences being

Sexual

And abusive.



And so I walk, head down

Arms folded

Across my breasts and body

I hide my face

And try and find inside

A strong and solitary place.